Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 22

In our six years of marriage, we’d only dined out for family holidays. Most nights we ate at home, though often interrupted by his endless phone calls. I’d cooked elaborate meals that went untouched.

Now that we had private servants preparing perfectly balanced dinners every night, he suddenly wanted to take me out.

I’d endured years of loneliness, disappointment, and the quiet heartbreak of constant rejection. Now it was his turn to taste that bitterness.

“Can’t. My plate’s full. Ask someone else.” I kept my eyes on my work, feigning concentration.

Jared went completely still. The polite smile froze on his face. He’d anticipated delight, not this offhand rejection.

“The work will still be there after dinner,” he said, with uncharacteristic patience.

“I’m not hungry.” I glanced up with a bland smile. “Had dessert earlier.”

Some of the tension left his posture when he realized this was about schedules, not rejection.

“I’ll head back for Yvonne then. Don’t work too late.” With that, he left without another word, and I returned to my files,

Jared said he needed to call a board meeting to decide on the appointment, but I knew it was just a formality.

He ruled the company with absolute authority. His competence left no room for challenges.

Our personal relationship blurred professional lines, but I believed that Jared could silence critics effortlessly.

It was 11 p.m. when I got home, arms full of documents. Jared had already tucked Yvonne in and was lounging on the sofa in his pajamas, sipping coffee.

up as I walked in, setting his coffee cup aside and crossing his long legs. His piercing eyes fixed on me as

things,” I said flatly. I kicked off my shoes and headed upstairs, not in

a beat before slowly following

I grabbed my pajamas

when I finally stepped out, he was

There’d been nights I’d waited for him, aching for this very moment. But when he finally lay beside me and I reached out, he’d catch my wrist,

skin, the scent curling around me. The woman in the mirror looked different now -her eyes held

his voice. I’d taken

sex. Was he going to make the first

those

1/3

at the wait. The moment I settled in, he threw

turned toward me under the

burning against the curve

“Too tired tonight,” I mumbled

arm tensed. “It’s been three months,”

muttered,

Normally, I’d be crawling out of

all anymore. Jared used to be the

breathing grew noticeably heavier. In the past, one word of refusal

was different. His fingers only tightened around me. Angry as he clearly

satisfy you?” Jared’s voice was suddenly at my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe. “Who

and self–assured, was actually reduced to this kind of