Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 14

“I don’t want to get left behind. Things change fast these days, and women have real opportunities. I’m not interested in being a kept woman in the Holcomb family,” I said firmly, letting just a hint of vulnerability show in my eyes.

Sally stared at me, her eyes wide. After a long pause, she said, “So you’re not gonna give our Holcomb family a boy?”

I knew I couldn’t dodge the whole “having a son” talk. But since she’d brought it up, I figured I’d link work and pregnancy in

my answer.

“I can work and still try to get pregnant,” I smiled. “It’s been six years, and nothing’s happened. Maybe being cooped up at home has been weighing me down. Getting a job might lift my mood, and who knows? Maybe that’ll help things happen faster.”

Sally’s face soured. “I wanted you to relax at home, living the easy life as a rich man’s wife. But you got all stir–crazy from boredom. Guess luxury just isn’t your thing.”

“Since I’m not pregnant anyway, let me try working for a bit, huh? Just test the waters,” I said, quickly moving over to rub her shoulders. I knew

and she’d ease up. And since all she really cared

sipped her coffee, nodded, and said, “Fine. Talk to Jared about it. If he’s on board, sure. But one thing–you two really need to hurry up. He’ll be

Having a son was never going to happen. Divorce

move.

her social life and didn’t really bother much with me. After a

rang. It was Melissa, saying some college friends were having a

reunions sounded sketchy and flirty, but the reality was way worse. They

everything changed. Suddenly, everyone had a role, and the social gaps became crystal clear. It wasn’t about having fun anymore–it was all about networking, showing off, and climbing the corporate

out of my mind. I’ll swing by.” I’d turned down every reunion for years, but this time, I wanted to see what it was

said. She was always slammed with work. Even through the phone, I could hear a woman crying and

noon, Yvonne called. “Mom, where are you? Can you come pick me up? Daddy’s office is

to work with him. “I’m having lunch with my teacher. Can’t leave,” I replied, my voice