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.

her and could never say no. So he gave in, saying, “Okay,

grabbed her backpack and trotted after him down the

heard them head downstairs. Then I decided to stay put. They grabbed breakfast to eat in the

myself, ‘Good. Those two can stick together.

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

few million in my bank account, but I never bought luxury items or treated myself—I

needed to hold onto

agency. We interviewed three rounds of candidates before selecting two servants we liked. That afternoon, I took Mom downtown

wouldn’t let up. “Victoria, Jared’s money isn’t free. How could you spend like

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woven with

I said softly, my chest tight. She’d always been such an amazing.

you’re sweet to think of

Have a healthy baby boy soon, and that’s

was stuck in that old–school mindset–she was totally obsessed with having a

quickly. But Jared barely paid any attention to me. So, I never had another kid, not

this life, no way I was having a son for him. I turned to Mom, my voice

you can. You’re both young. Jared’s the oldest son, running the company now. If he doesn’t have a

son, my position

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

was cheating. Then I’d push for a divorce and get my share of the assets. With money, looks, and youth

or upset her. So I switched gears. “Mom, you’re leaving the

I know you’re doing okay, I’m good.” She’d always been a worrier, always putting family

up, so I didn’t push to make her

home, and Yvonne was nowhere to be found–no calls,