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.

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

behind Jared and Yvonne as

ready for them, ladling out soup she’d been simmering for

was as sweet to Mom as he’d always

piped up, pouting, “how’d you have a daughter this mean? Can you

waiting for Mom to respond, I shot back coldly, “If people could return kids, you’d be first.

must’ve sounded pretty scary. Yvonne flinched and

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

grabbed the soup bowl, and took a bite. “She started it. And for your info, I’m my mom’s perfect girl. But your daughter told my mom she wishes I had never been born.

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smooth things over. “Jared, Victoria’s just fired up. Don’t

her plate

up. “I’ll

warmth and just shook her

Yvonne finish

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

looked a little surprised but didn’t push back. “You handle the house stuff however you want.

“Aren’t you my servant, Mom? Don’t you want to take

to take a short trip. Staying cooped up

in

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

and from school,” Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d been shooting me death glares, but that attitude disappeared the instant she heard

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

At her age, she’d picked up his best and worst–sharp, quick, knowing exactly how to