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.

good–looking, which makes me look good when we’re out. Plus, she takes care of the house without creating

to reality, I trailed behind

ladling out soup she’d been simmering for

to Mom as he’d always been–no

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

Without waiting for Mom to respond, I shot back coldly,

sounded pretty scary. Yvonne flinched and scrambled

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

I’m my mom’s

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fired up. Don’t take it hard. Yvonne, here–cola chicken wings. Your

pushed her

it right up. “I’ll take ‘em, Mom.

the sudden absence of my maternal warmth

Yvonne

two live–in servants to help take

back. “You handle the house stuff however you want.

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

need a break. Plus, I want to take a short trip. Staying cooped up at home’s driving me

in school. Where are you

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

to and from school,” Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d been shooting me death glares, but that

my leg. “Mom, even though you scolded me earlier, I’m not

at my clever 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