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.

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

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

a beat before slowly following

the bedroom, I grabbed my pajamas and

when I finally stepped out, he was propped against

for him, aching for this very moment. But when he finally lay beside me and I reached out, he’d catch

lotion over my skin, the scent curling around me. The woman in the mirror looked different now -her eyes held no trace of their old shadows, only a quiet radiance that made her seem truly

the bed, impatience creeping into his voice. I’d

sex. Was he going to make the first

accentuated. Men always noticed those

1/3

I settled in, he threw

turned toward me

body, fingers burning against the curve

“Too tired tonight,” I mumbled into my

three months,” he said, his

that,” I muttered, not

out–my body and my desires. Normally, I’d be crawling out of my skin after three months without

anymore. Jared used to be the one losing interest, but now it

past, one word of refusal would have made him pull away

around me. Angry as he

voice was suddenly at my ear, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

almost laughed. Jared, always so proud and self–assured,