Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 1

It was late 2044, and I was in my fifties, counting down my final moments.

Breast cancer had ravaged my body. My husband, Jared Holcomb, was desperately trying to save me, rushing to find the best doctors. But I was done fighting. I’d stopped eating for three days, not even taking a sip of water.

We’d been married for thirty years, but I couldn’t stand the thought of laying eyes on him one last time.

In the hospice room, I lay dying, my eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, familiar footsteps grew louder–Jared and our daughter, Yvonne, were approaching my bedside.

The doctor’s voice was heavy. “She’s stopped eating. You don’t have much time left.”

A thick silence filled the room. My remaining consciousness was fading, bit by bit.

Then I heard Yvonne whisper, her voice deliberately low, “Mom’s about to pass. When are you going to marry Tracy?”

Jared paused before responding, “We’ll see. Let’s get the funeral over with first.”

Yvonne sighed, “Mom wasted her entire life. I never understood what she was holding onto. She should’ve divorced years ago. All that stress just ate her alive.”

My heart felt like it was drowning in bitterness. The reason I’d stayed married was so simple–I wanted Yvonne to grow up in an intact family. I didn’t want her to deal with in–law drama when she got married someday.

Now, my stubborn persistence felt like one pathetic, cruel joke. Whatever, I was about to leave this world that had torn my heart to shreds. Finally, I’d be free.

“Quiet as she seems, she’s always been stubborn,” Jared muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. “It destroyed everything, including herself.”

What a sharp way to sum up my life.

“Tracy’s had it tough, hanging around without any real status. Finally, she’s gonna get what she deserves,” Yvonne said, sounding relieved.

owe her big time. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her,”

to them. They only cared about the

I heard a faint bell, like it was ringing far off in the distance.

sliced through the dark.

still sleeping? Yvonne’s

There, standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, was my mom–who’d been gone for

tapping my arm. “Were you up late reading romance novels again? I’ve told you not to mess up your sleep. I’m still waiting for you and Jared to give me another

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grabbed her hand, felt its warmth, and

pulling back slightly and touching my forehead. “Sweetie, did you have some crazy dream? You said you were bored and asked me to come stay

into place like a key turning in a lock. Just after Memorial Day in 2014, Mom had taken some time off, and I’d had the driver bring

shooing me out of my thought. “Go get Yvonne. Jared’s on his way home for

got married. It was

running the company pretty well–everyone always said I’d hit the jackpot marrying a guy who was this young, handsome, and

wondered–had I time–traveled? Did fate take pity on me, seeing how I’d wasted my first

were playing tennis on the community court, that easy, carefree vibe of being young just

watching. After a while, I let out a laugh. It seemed all those

worked.

a deep breath and checked the time—3:40 PM. Normally, as a stay–at–home mom, I’d now be heading out to pick Yvonne up, a

her up wasn’t

answered, “What’s up? You on

couch, feigning a weak tone. “Ugh, my

“I’ve got a meeting. Can your mom do

handle raw fish,” I said casually. I