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.”

with sudden force, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned with

away as he moved with rough urgency, his eyes darkening with need. Pinned beneath him, I couldn’t resist–and after three months of tension, we

familiar responses that used to come so easily between us and some sign I still

to keep playing

past 2 a.m., I gathered the sheets around my trembling body and retreated to

tonight. By making the first move, he’d let down his guard- and that first touch might

me the truth–when I stopped caring and started focusing on myself, unexpected things began to

that primitive need to chase what eluded

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

soon. I was still half–asleep when Yvonne came barreling in. “Mom!” she shouted,

closed, pretending not to hear. My spoiling had made Yvonne forget

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