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

of sacrifice meant nothing to them. They only cared about the woman who’d wrecked my marriage, like

far off in

light sliced through the dark. Dazed, I

mom’s scolding voice drifted in. “Victoria, still sleeping? Yvonne’s

was my mom–who’d been

pick up Yvonne.” Mom walked over, playfully 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

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warmth, and clung to it like it was my lifeline. “Is it really you?

forehead. “Sweetie, did you have some crazy dream? You said you were bored and asked me

taken some time off, and I’d had the driver bring her from our hometown to Hachester, wanting her

said, Mom said, shooing me out of my thought. “Go get Yvonne. Jared’s on his way home for supper, and I need to fire up that salmon before he

we got married. It was 2014, and Yvonne was six, in her last

own business. As the eldest son, he’d been running the company pretty well–everyone always said I’d

pity on me, seeing how I’d wasted my

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

chin in my hand, watching. After a while, I let out a laugh. It seemed

worked.

Normally, as a stay–at–home mom, I’d now be heading out to pick Yvonne

off. Yvonne was my kid, but picking her up wasn’t just my job.

“What’s up?

a weak tone. “Ugh, my

got a meeting. Can

I said casually. I knew