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 say no. So

trotted after him down

until I heard them head downstairs. Then I decided to stay put. They grabbed breakfast to

myself, ‘Good. Those two can stick

handle the house, and find a detective to snap pics of Jared and Tracy cheating–I needed solid

I never bought luxury items or treated myself—I just played the

I realized I needed to hold onto that cash. The more, the

selecting two servants we liked. That afternoon, I took Mom

“Victoria, Jared’s money isn’t free. How

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Is it woven with gold? That’s

enjoy it. Consider it as my precious love for you,” I said softly, my chest tight. She’d always been such an amazing. loving mom. In my first

she argued. “I know you’ve got money, and you’re sweet

Yvonne. Make your marriage work. Have a healthy baby boy soon, and that’s the best gift

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

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

I turned to Mom, my voice flat.

he doesn’t have a son, people will

stressed, worried that without a son, my

would give him one. I was not wasting

cared about was finding proof he was cheating. Then I’d push for a divorce and get my share of the assets. With money, looks, and youth on

switched

your dad and brother alone. As long as I know you’re doing okay, I’m good.” She’d always been a worrier,

up, so I didn’t push to make her

was nowhere to