Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 9

From what I knew about Jared, work consumed most of his attention, Yvonne took up half of what was left, and Tracy got the rest. To him, I was basically invisible. It was time to kick my divorce plans into overdrive.

When I got home, the servants were still up. They saw me and quickly rushed over to greet me.

The two servants, Wendy and Joyce, Wendy and Joyce, both in their early forties, were incredibly hardworking. With them around, the house stayed spotless.

“Mrs. Holcomb, I made oatmeal. Have a bowl before bed?” Wendy offered, stepping forward.

“Sure, thanks,” I said with a smile. Staying healthy was also my focus right now. I was determined to boost my energy, get in shape, and feel great from the inside out.

Wendy was an amazing cook. Her oatmeal tasted just as good as any store–bought stuff. I had some, but couldn’t finish it all.

suggested she share the rest with Joyce.

I

I doubted Jared or Yvonne would be home tonight. Tracy was really something. Not only had she stolen my husband, but she’d also had Yvonne under her control.

evil. We’d barely spoken, but she still drained me. I died in my fifties, totally

toxic people and drama were like a dark cloud hovering over me, blocking out every ray of joy

a prisoner. From now on, I was

barely heard Jared and Yvonne return. For a moment, it seemed like someone’s footsteps had stopped right by my bed, then

me. “Mom, still sleeping?

wonder I was running late. “Ask your dad

kindly. But I’d withdraw my love gradually. Once she

with?” Yvonne frowned. “You don’t even have a

sat up, and she waved a long box in front of my face. “Dad got this for you last night.

was a diamond necklace, with a

helped him pick it out?” I

it out. She’s super gorgeous and has great taste.” Jared had probably prepped her to keep things casual, for she was holding

I asked, locking eyes

still a kid, nodded. “Don’t get mad, okay? Tracy’s Dad’s work partner. She’s nice to me

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precious daughter.”