He Called Me A Housewife While I Gave Him Everything Chapter 08

He Called Me A Housewife While I Gave Him Everything Chapter 08

I moved to a small, quiet town far from everything. 

Maplewood. 

I rented the top floor of an old house with a terrace and 

took a job at the flower shop downstairs, Petal & Stem. I 

trimmed stems, watered plants, let the slow rhythm of the 

days pull me forward. I thought maybe, finally, my life could 

start again. 

Then the black Bentley pulled up outside the shop and 

shattered the silence. 

Damian stepped out. He was thinner than the last time I’d seen him, his suit hung loose on his frame. He walked toward 

me carrying bags overflowing with expensive gifts. 

“Nora. I’ve been looking for you for months.” 

He piled the things at my feet. Luxury supplements. Designer everything. “Come home. Please.” 

I set down the watering can and looked at him. “I don’t have a home anymore.” 

Damian swayed. He reached for my hand. 

I stepped back and picked up the rose pruning shears from 

the worktable. I pressed the blades against my own wrist. 

“Don’t come any closer.” 

He froze. 

“Nora, don’t. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” 

“I’m fine. Every day without you is a good day.” 

The last shard of light in his eyes went dark. “There’s 

money on this card. More than you’ll ever need. Take it. If you need more, I’ll send more.” 

He pulled a black card from his pocket and tried to press it into my hand. I shifted away and let it fall onto the dirt floor. 

“I don’t want your money. It makes me sick.” 

Damian bent to pick it up. His fingers were trembling. 

“Nora, I know I was wrong. I put Chloe away. She’ll rot in 

prison for the rest of her life. The baby wasn’t even mine, I 

never touched her. And that text, she stole my phone and sent 

1. it. I brought the evidence. It’s all here.” He pulled a stack of 

documents from his briefcase and held them out. 

I didn’t take them. I picked up the phone instead. 

“Mrs. Henderson? There’s a man here disrupting my work. Could you please handle it?” 

Mrs. Henderson, the shop owner, came out from the back. 

She was a kind woman, soft–spoken. She looked at Damian 

politely. “Sir, if you’re not here to buy flowers, I’d ask you not 

to bother my employee.” 

Damian didn’t seem to hear her. His eyes stayed fixed on 

1. me. “Nora. Come home.” 

A few customers browsing near the counter started to stare and whisper. I grabbed my jacket and turned to Mrs. Henderson. “I’m taking the rest of the day off.” Then I walked 

around Damian and out the door without looking back. 

Behind me, his scream was strangled, full of agony. 

I changed jobs. Found a position at the Maplewood 

Community Library. 

Damian stopped appearing in front of me. But I knew he 

hadn’t left. Every day, that black Bentley sat at the curb 

outside my building. He never came up. He just sat in the car from sunrise until night. I treated him like he was invisible. 

One evening after my shift, Leo Foster offered me a ride home. Leo worked at the library too, a gentle guy, the kind whose dimples showed every time he smiled. 

He’d noticed I’d been looking run–down lately, so he’d 

made me chicken soup and packed it in a thermos. 

“Nora, you’re getting too thin. You’ve gotta take better care of yourself.” 

I took the thermos and thanked him quietly. 

We reached my building. The Bentley’s door flew open. Damian charged at us like a wild animal and smacked the 

thermos out of Leo’s hand. Soup splattered across the pavement. Scalding droplets hit the back of my hand. My skin 

flared red. 

“She has me. She doesn’t need your charity.” 

Damian yanked me behind him and squared off with Leo, menace rolling off him in waves. 

Leo flinched but stood his ground. “Who are you? 

You’re hurting her!” 

“I’m her husband.”