Housewife Gone Wild

Melissa froze for a second, and then her eyes lit up. She clinked her glass against mine, tears still shimmering. “To new beginnings. And may everything go your way.”

I smiled from the bottom of my heart.

While we were eating, a waiter showed up with three fancy–looking dishes.

Melissa blinked. “I didn’t order these. Must be a mix–up?”

The waiter smiled, “Compliments of Mr. Holcomb. Your bill’s taken care of.”

Melissa’s head snapped to me. “Jared sent these?”

I took a bite. “Not bad. Let’s eat–no sense wasting good food.”

Melissa laughed awkwardly. “One of these probably costs more than my entire meal.”

guilty and was trying to make up for things with cash? That was just like him–seeming thoughtful, but cold at his core, a total train

my calm. She leaned in, her voice serious. “Yvonne was so cozy with that woman. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’s her

she would ask this. She’d watched me hover over Yvonne like a helicopter parent, terrified

get a paper cut.

experts every day, let them prod and poke until my skin was raw, and still nothing.

was my entire world. She thought having my “precious little girl” stolen by another

Not anymore. She’s six–old enough to understand right and wrong. Kids aren’t puppets

totally different now. If

you off guard sometimes. Melissa, we’ve known each other since high school, stuck together through college, and now we’re living in the same

friend,

the waiter told her Jared had already covered the bill. She looked at me and shrugged. “I was supposed to treat you, but your husband

smiled and

few drinks, driving was out of the question. Melissa stood