One day, I went home to grab something I forgot…
And caught my husband—who was supposed to be out sick—cheating.
With a bubbly, flirty coworker of mine.

Then the two of them had the nerve to blame me,
telling me to get out of the apartment I pay for.
They were doing whatever they wanted—until I’d had enough.

And just like that, the whole ugly scene got summoned to another world.

According to some old guy over there:
My husband is a so-called “Hero,”
the girl is a “Saint,”
and me? Apparently, I’m just a “Housewife.”

Well, since no one seems to need a housewife, I’ll be doing things my way.

––And so begins the otherworld life of a cat-loving, baby-faced, sharp-tongued “Housewife.”
Just because I’m a housewife…
don’t you dare underestimate me.