Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 27

Jared’s apology seemed genuine enough, coming with both a gift and a substantial investment offer. But I wouldn’t forgive him, nor would I ever let him matter to me again.

Even if he broke up with Tracy tomorrow, he’d be nothing more than a useful contact now–someone to leverage but never let influence my life.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” A flicker of disappointment crossed his face as he noticed my lack of interest.

“I’m sure it’s expensive,” I said, making a show of wiping my eyes. “I should go.”

Jared remained silent as I walked out.

Right outside the office, I spotted Tracy coming toward me, her arms full of documents.

I’d been absent from the office and never realized how many projects Tracy managed. The office gossip surprised me—she wasn’t just competent, but downright impressive.

And she wasn’t some middle–class girl either–her family was wealthy. She wasn’t here for the salary; Jared was her real target all along.

In my previous life, Jared had hidden her well, forbidding me from making scenes or interfering. To keep me quiet, he’d showered me with material comforts while completely neglecting me emotionally.

Tracy must have truly loved Jared. I’d heard she terminated her first pregnancy just to calm Yvonne down. When Jared learned what she’d done, his anger melted into pity, and he gifted her company stock and a villa as compensation.

this memory, my face hardened as I pushed open

Tracy unexpectedly knocked, I prepared for confrontation, only to find her

might want

if you need anything. If I can’t help you personally, I have connections,” Tracy said, meeting my eyes

tell if this came from supreme confidence or genuine kindness

kindly, I might actually withdraw gracefully. But if this was just arrogance–if she didn’t

in all the right circles. Her glamorous hobbies, from downhill skiing to weekend racing, gave her minor celebrity status in those

me as

are clearly true,” I said with practiced

“Everyone knows you’re the best at what you do, Tracy. I’d appreciate your help. This paperwork’s been killing

hand. “No need to be so formal, Mrs. Holcomb. Helping

me take you to lunch sometime,” I said

should bring Yvonne along,” Tracy replied. “She’s

nodded. “Yvonne’s always telling

turned back to my desk and caught Jared watching us through his office window, his face

documents, ignoring Jared’s gaze. Let him think what he wanted–I’d match Tracy’s act move for move. If

“Yvonne’s going stir–crazy

interest in a family outing. “I’m buried in work,” I said. “Why don’t you take her? And feel free to invite Tracy if Yvonne