The Way Of Househusband Novels & Stories

"What nonsense are you talking about?! Mr. Hunter and I are in a purely professional relationship! Our marriage this time is for the company too!" "Purely professional?" I laughed. "Ruby, do you think I'm an idiot? Would two people in a purely professional relationship come back covered in each other's perfume? Would they hook up and not even have time to fix their clothes?" There was a glint in Ruby's eyes, and even her voice started to shake. "So what if we did? Isn't it because you've always been this unambitious? That's why I have all this pressure! Maybe you should take a hard look at yourself instead, Silas Johanson!"

Finn and Uri walked for a long time until they reached the wooden house next to the small stream, so obscured by the trees that it was difficult to spot. The house was in the dark; the vines covered the walls, the fence fell, and dry leaves covered the courtyard. Finn carefully traced the vines, opening the wooden door enough for one person to slip in. Uri followed him into the house; inside was full of beds, wardrobes, tables and chairs, and a small kitchen.

The sight of her alone, makes me cringe. Why does she even have to live with us? Her husband is a multi-billionaire who owns the 'Crystal syrup' alcohol-producing enterprise and is currently the seventh richest man in New Jersey. This gives her a big head by the way. Why can't they just get their own houses like Summers husband or something? Do they really have to stay here with their ugly attitude? Whilst making my internal complaints, grandma spots me and smiles. "Ah, we're finally complete. "She says although my father and husband are absent.

“No, dad. I haven't heard from her.” Bryant sat purposely and gazed at him steadily. “Maybe if you had been a good husband right from the start this wouldn't have happened to my family's reputation. Richard, I want no mistake from you again. If she needs to go to the library you make a personal library available in your mansion, it's massive enough. You have an impressive wine cellar, home theater, indoor pool...library should be included. Ask her what she needs and do all she wants. I know best, Richard. It's the right time for you to make a change because you never treated her like your wife, don't get me angry.” He said threateningly. Richard kept mute whole looking at his father with no

she said before placing a forkful of rice in her mouth. "Well, I'm not like most men — at least not anymore." "Oh, what does that mean?" She asked as she stirred the wine with her finger. "I mean there was a time I didn't even know how to boil water, but something happened a couple of years ago that changed my life forever," he sighed. "Then I met Mrs. Lewis, she’s my maid, but I treat her like family. She taught me to cook. She said a husband should be more than a provider for his family. He should also be able to feed his family, like literally knows how to cook, he should also be able to clean for his family and most importantly he must be able to pray for his family and also pray with hi

TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGO Rara's eyes widened in wonder as she took in the sights of the extraordinary house. It was no ordinary display of wealth, but an enchanting masterpiece of artistry. The grand floor-to-ceiling windows beckoned her gaze, while the arrangement of cosy couches invited her for relaxation. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the wide ceiling lighting, creating an ambience of both elegance and comfort. The intoxicating scents that filled the air awakened Rara's senses, leading her to believe that Ralph was not as minimalistic as she had initially assumed. He had truly surpassed her expectations.

"Travis has already lost me. He can't be left with nothing. Let this house serve as the final chapter for our past." I gently avoided her hand. "Alright, I understand." Seeing that I wasn't making a scene, Charlene visibly relaxed, as if she thought I had accepted this absurd explanation. Meanwhile, I quietly took out my phone and messaged my lawyer, Louis Heath, to draft the divorce papers as soon as possible.

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"