Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 12

“Thanks,” Jared said. Without sparing me another glance, he strode away.

I spun on my heel and left. Since I hadn’t had a single drink at dinner, I got in the car and drove. In the afternoon, I met my violin coach and locked in the next batch of lessons.

That night, when I got home, Jared still wasn’t there. I fired up my computer and started working through the Englysian tutor’s lessons.

The next afternoon, Yvonne had a horseback riding lesson that required a parent to be there. Right after I canceled, Jared called and asked, “Why’d you cancel Yvonne’s riding lesson?”

I kept my voice steady. “I have a class this afternoon too. No time to go.”

“Victoria, this has gone way too far. What the hell is your problem?” Jared finally snapped–Yvonne was his absolute bottom

line.

I knew he’d blow up, so I kept my cool. “I’ll hire another servant tomorrow. She can take Yvonne to her lessons, drop her off at school, pick her up–won’t interfere with her grades one bit.”

Jared raised his voice. “You’re Yvonne’s mother.”

“Blood doesn’t always make the best family,” I said, speaking from hard experience.

In my previous life, I had doted on Yvonne, pouring my entire heart into her, but she only had eyes for Tracy.

When Tracy had that little surgery, Yvonne ran to sit by her bed, fawning over her. And when I was on my deathbed, she felt sorry for Tracy instead.

raising a kid like that? To tear my

this to get back at me?” Jared’s voice

I stayed quiet.

shoulder? Victoria, do you know how to be a mother? You’re

got. Right now, I was only focused on

management, right? Take over the company’s two hotels, and you’ll get half the profits. But if

up, suddenly willing to talk. “Then I’ll head to Yvonne’s riding lesson

good thing. Using Yvonne as leverage against me isn’t smart,” Jared said coldly before hanging

kept my tone calm. “Got it, honey. Thanks for the lesson. With a husband this generous, I’d better step

Jared’s voice

for the lesson. Bye.” I hung up, giving

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red–eyed Yvonne. She sat with a pouty expression, while a teacher

here,” I called,

person on earth she wanted to see. “I don’t want you here. I

down to meet her eyes. “Oh yeah? Did he say he

quickly. “Mrs. Holcomb, Mr. Holcomb said he was tied up, but you’d be here. Yvonne’s still pretty upset.

plopped down next to

glare got even sharper, like

“Yvonne, talk to your mom first. I’ll come back