Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 11

Yvonne froze. It was the first time she’d ever seen Jared and me fight. Before, whenever we argued, I always gave in first to keep the peace. But today was different. I didn’t apologize or back down.

“Daddy, Mommy, please stop.” Yvonne burst into tears. She clung to Jared’s arm, wiping her eyes. “I don’t want you to fight. Please don’t do this.”

Jared looked at me, his voice cold. “Work isn’t negotiable. You can keep your little hobbies, but you’re not walking away from our family.”

He bent down, lifted Yvonne into his arms, grabbed her tiny backpack, and walked out.

I didn’t shed a single tear. To be honest, I wasn’t even mad. I had seen this coming.

“Mrs. Holcomb, are you okay?” Wendy and Joyce asked, voices worried..

I smiled, “I’m fine. Sorry about the mess–can you clean it up?” Then I grabbed my purse and car keys and left.

I drove around aimlessly, the wind whipping through the open window, lifting my scarf. Behind my sunglasses, my eyes started to burn.

I married a rich guy and lived this shiny. To everyone else, I should’ve been carefree and happy. And maybe I was, once. But I’d got stuck in my head, slowly falling apart.

I thought after that fight, Jared wouldn’t ask me to lunch. But around eleven, while I was sitting in a café, sipping bitter coffee, he texted to ask where I was.

quick pic and sent it to him. He told me to meet him at a restaurant downstairs

headed to the restroom and touched up my makeup. If Jared wanted to treat me like his arm candy, fine,

polite, keeping their voices low. Some mumbled “hi,” and I

there in a crisp suit, over six feet tall,

sitting right beside Jared. She had on a gray blazer, shoulder–length hair,

was a quarter–million–dollar piece, her necklace

glanced up at me

chatting, digging into their food. Halfway through the meal, some guy came

picture–perfect wife on one side, his sharp mistress on the other. The other guys couldn’t

I smiled, worked the room, and kept up

drunk quite a lot, a faint flush

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“Mr. Holcomb can’t

quickly smoothed things over with some glib remarks and dropped

had clout at the company, and everyone

a silent provocation aimed at me. But I acted like I didn’t catch it. Why bother? I was already done with this marriage. If she wanted

today, her face blank the

and I got

leaned into me, his hands reaching