Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 23

I was ready for his accusations and anger. His words didn’t upset me. I just lay there calmly, meeting his furious, bewildered

stare.

“You’ve treated me well. You were always generous, perfectly polite–a true gentleman in every way. You just… never shared your work life with me or brought me around your friends.

“You simply… stopped loving me. But that doesn’t make you any less of a good husband or father.” My voice stayed even as I held his gaze, stating facts.

Jared’s eyes turned to stone. “That’s ridiculous,” he snapped. “Why would I have married you if I didn’t love you?”

I watched the color rise in his handsome face, his anger giving way to something closer to panic and guilt.

I sighed and closed my eyes. “You did love me once. But love doesn’t come with guarantees. Yours changed, and then faded. I could feel it.”

finally lost control. He pushed me down with sudden force, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned with anger.

with need. Pinned beneath him,

seeking the familiar responses that used to

I forced myself to keep playing the wounded wife because I knew this marriage still had more to

the sheets around my trembling body and retreated to the

first move, he’d let down his guard- and that first touch might

caring and started focusing on myself, unexpected things began

that primitive need to

or love. She had to be tougher when necessary and walk away without hesitation when the

“Mom!” she shouted, shaking me. “Wake

My spoiling had

doorway. “Yvonne, come out. Let your mother sleep.” “Dad, she complained, “why did you