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.

me look good when we’re out. Plus, she takes

trailed behind

for them, ladling out soup she’d been

Mom as he’d

up, pouting, “how’d you have a daughter

Mom to respond, I shot

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

what’s your deal today? Why do you keep picking on Yvonne? She’s your daughter–the one you carried for ten months. Can’t you see how much

your info, I’m my mom’s perfect girl. But your daughter told my mom she wishes

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Victoria’s just fired

pushed her plate away.

it right up. “I’ll take ‘em,

absence of my maternal warmth and just shook her head with

helped Yvonne

hiring two live–in servants to help take care of Yvonne. What

a little surprised but didn’t push back. “You handle the

servants?” Yvonne blinked, looking innocent. “Aren’t you my servant,

break. Plus, I want to take a short trip.

Jared frowned. “Yvonne’s in

hand, glancing at my smooth nails. “Chill out. It’s not far–just a quick escape

Just moments ago, she’d been shooting me death glares, but that

latched onto my leg. “Mom, even though you scolded me earlier, I’m

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