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.”

mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned with anger. His

slipped 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 finally crashed through

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

time, he’d actually satisfied me completely. Yet I forced myself to keep playing the wounded wife because I knew this

the sheets around my trembling body and retreated to the guest room, my hair

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

me the truth–when I stopped caring and started focusing on

outgrew that primitive need to chase

to be gentle with men or love. She had to

came barreling in. “Mom!” she shouted, shaking me. “Wake up. It’s playtime. No more sleeping. Play with me

spoiling had made Yvonne

the doorway. “Yvonne, come out. Let your