Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 2

I had been so small–minded in my precious life. Now, I saw things clearer. I didn’t need to prove I was pretty or that I’d always be loved–what a stupid waste of time.

Luckily, I’d got looks to spare. Those looks I got from people made that crystal clear. But beauty was just one thing I’d got going for me.

Last time around, I’d been stuck on all that nonsense–guys fawning over me, girls jealous as hell. But now, that whole mindset felt like a fragile bubble. One tiny touch, and it burst.

Now that I got a second shot at life, I knew being pretty should be just one card in my deck. Power, money, and respect were the real game–changers. Fairness wouldn’t just fall into my lap, and I needed the skills and brains to take on the world.

I already lived through that nightmare of a previous life. From now on, I was keeping it simple: no drama, no tears.

After staring at myself for what felt like forever, I stripped off my casual dress and headed into the bathroom.

In those five years of marriage, I’d been all about being the perfect wife. To keep Jared from worrying, I’d long since packed away or straight–up tossed–all those revealing outfits. Every time I went shopping, I only looked for modest pieces that screamed “good girl.”

My body was still killer–with that classic married woman’s soft, smooth look. Even a simple fitted dress could showcase my killer curves. Why would I waste this perfect figure?

The sky was turning dark, and a sleek SUV rolled up to the gate.

I figured it was Warner, Jared’s driver, dropping off Yvonne. But nope–it was Jared himself. He opened the back door, and Yvonne dragged her backpack into the living room.

Spotting me on the couch, she hurled the backpack at me and yelled, “Mom, why didn’t you pick me up? You promised you’d be on time every day.”

Looking at my little girl–so young, yet so quick to fly off the handle–I knew I’d spoiled her rotten. She stared at me with that demanding look, like a princess ordering around her hardworking maid.

Jared stepped in, scowling. Barely thirty, he already had that CEO vibe. Dressed in a sharp suit, he looked like a total power player straight out of a romance novel.

much I’d lost myself in my previous life. But

to you again,” Yvonne shrieked at me. “You’re a

shot up and cornered her at the bottom of the stairs. I grabbed her collar, making

disbelief and fury blazing out like she could torch me

up your backpack,” I said, calm but

yelled

hand. Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut,

Jared called, his

1/3

locked

over, picked up the backpack, and led the fuming Yvonne

“What’s going on? Is that Yvonne

was just

“She’s

My voice came out cold as ice. Mom gave

even raised my voice to her. When she threw a tantrum, I’d spend hours trying to calm her down, usually giving in to whatever she wanted in

patient. Coddling an ungrateful kid was just a waste

handled the cooking myself. Only a cleaning crew swept through every three days, and a lawn guy would swing by regularly to

how hard I was trying, Maybe then, he’d say something good about me when he talked to other

housekeeping agency tomorrow,” I

the stove and gave me a puzzled look. “Why? Gonna replace the

to hire two full–time

that much work. Cooking, laundry, picking up the kid–can’t you

done with cleaning floors.” I laughed, but my tone was serious. “Families like ours typically have three or four full–time housekeepers. Why