Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 6

Jared came in while I was showering. By the time I stepped out in my pajamas, he was already sitting on his side of the bed in his pajamas, flipping through a book. The soft rustle of pages was the only sound breaking the silence.

I sat down at the vanity and began my skincare routine, taking my time. I glanced over the desk, mentally noting what I needed to pick up the next day.

After about ten minutes, Jared called from the bed, “You ready?”

I finished slathering on moisturizer, then walked over and climbed into bed.

Jared set his book aside, turned off the overhead light, and left on the little lamp by the bed. The soft, dim light created an intimate, almost sensual atmosphere.

One of his hands reached over, resting on my chest. Then, in his usual polite, graceful way, he asked, “This okay?”

I’d been waiting for this. I met his gaze, my expression serious. “I’m beat today. Maybe next time.”

His hand froze. After what felt like forever, he pulled it back. “Sure.”

Funny enough, despite the tension, I fell asleep quickly. No crazy, jumbled thoughts—just a deep, solid sleep. My alarm woke me up the next morning.

Jared was already gone. I shook off the sleepiness, got dressed, and headed out. Right by the door, I heard Yvonne whining, “Dad, drive me to school. I don’t want her to take me. I’m still mad at her.”

Jared sighed, “Yvonne, she’s your mom.”

“But she hit me! What kind of mom does that to her kid?” Yvonne shot back, sharp as ever.

“She did it to teach you a lesson,” Jared said. “She didn’t mean it. It hurt her, too.”

“Hmph, I don’t care. You have to drive me, Dad,” Yvonne insisted, digging her heels in.

with her and could never

trotted after him down the

I decided to stay put. They grabbed

Those two can

things to do today: hire two solid servants to handle the house, and find a detective to snap pics of Jared and Tracy cheating–I

I never bought luxury items or treated myself—I just played the perfect housewife, saving

realized I needed to hold onto that

came with me to the agency. We interviewed three rounds of candidates before selecting two servants we liked. That afternoon, I took Mom downtown shopping and went all out

money isn’t free. How could you spend like that? Twenty grand

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it woven with gold? That’s

tight. She’d always been such an amazing. loving mom. In my first life, she hadn’t lived much longer. Now, I

isn’t right,” she argued. “I know you’ve got money, and you’re sweet to think of me. But I’m

energy into Jared and Yvonne. Make your marriage work. Have a healthy

old–school mindset–she

medicines and seeing countless doctors, desperate to get pregnant quickly. But Jared barely paid any attention to

way I was having a son for him. I turned to Mom, my voice flat.

If he doesn’t have a son, people will talk behind his back. He

was totally stressed, worried that without a son, my position in the

if Jared wanted a boy, Tracy would give him one. I was

I’d push for a divorce and get my share of the assets. With money, looks, and youth on my side, I’d definitely live

to pick a fight with Mom or upset her. So I switched gears. “Mom, you’re leaving

as I know you’re doing okay, I’m

didn’t push to make her stay. But when she left, I secretly slipped a million–dollar gift card into her

Yvonne was nowhere to be