Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 3

Jared seemed uncomfortable with my outfit. He probably thought my clothes were totally inappropriate–no decent woman would wear something so revealing and sexy.

“Honey, Yvonne just said she wants Tracy to be her mom. Who’s this Tracy?” I asked, feigning curiosity as I stepped up to

him.

Jared glanced down at Yvonne, his face tight. “She’s just rambling,” he told me. “Don’t take it seriously. Let’s go downstairs

and eat.”

This was unexpected. Jared was actually trying to cover things up.

I remembered how I discovered Tracy in my previous life–totally by chance when I ran into him at a private room, drinking and chatting with his friends.

I’d been excited, ready to pop in and say hi. But right outside the door, I overheard a man asking Jared when he planned to divorce me and give Tracy an official status.

Jared had said he wasn’t considering divorce because of Yvonne.

The guy pressed, “So you’re just gonna string Tracy along? C’mon, you’ve lost all love in your marriage anyway. Divorce seems like a good option.”

Jared took a drag, crushed his cigarette out, and said, “Victoria’s not my dream wife, but she’s the kid’s mom. As long as she stays in line and learns to live with Tracy, I won’t leave her.”

Back then, I just froze outside that door.

Never in a million years would I have guessed my husband could brush me off that easily–just the kid’s mom, not his wife. He was only keeping me around out of pity because I’d given him a child, not because he saw me as his wife.

numb, listening to him go on, “She’s good–looking, which makes me look good when we’re out. Plus, she takes care of the house without creating

behind Jared and Yvonne as they

ladling out soup she’d

sweet to Mom as he’d always

“how’d you have a daughter this mean? Can you

just reached the top of the stairs. Without waiting for Mom to respond, I shot back coldly, “If people could return kids, you’d be

must’ve sounded pretty scary. Yvonne flinched and scrambled to huddle closer to

“Victoria, what’s your deal today? Why do you keep picking on Yvonne? She’s your daughter–the

the soup bowl, and took a bite. “She started it. And for your info, I’m my mom’s

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“Jared, Victoria’s just fired up. Don’t take it hard. Yvonne, here–cola chicken wings.

her plate

“I’ll

sudden absence of my maternal warmth and just

helped Yvonne

“I’m thinking about hiring two live–in servants to help take care of Yvonne.

didn’t push back. “You handle the house stuff

looking innocent. “Aren’t you my servant, Mom? Don’t you want

to take a short trip. Staying cooped up at

Jared frowned. “Yvonne’s in school. Where are you

my smooth nails. “Chill out. It’s not far–just a

Mom to leave. I still need her to drive me to and from school,” Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d been shooting

and latched onto my leg. “Mom, even though you scolded me earlier, I’m not mad. Let’s make

already see Jared in her. At her age, she’d picked up his best and worst–sharp, quick, knowing exactly how to read