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.

face hardened as I

for confrontation, only

might want to review them. After six years

you personally, I have connections,” Tracy said, meeting my eyes with unexpected warmth. Her tone suggested she saw me not as a rival, but as

if this came from supreme confidence or genuine kindness

meant it kindly, I might actually withdraw gracefully. But if this was just arrogance–if

had every advantage–a wealthy background, top marks in finance from abroad, and connections in all the right circles. Her glamorous hobbies,

me as

thoughtful of you. The rumors about your generosity are clearly true,” I said with practiced sweetness. My performance

best at what you do, Tracy. I’d appreciate your help.

hand. “No need to be so formal, Mrs. Holcomb. Helping you is part of my

take you to lunch sometime,” I said with

along,” Tracy replied. “She’s such

always telling

Tracy left, I turned back to my desk and caught Jared watching us through

gaze. Let him think what he wanted–I’d match Tracy’s act move for move. If she

Jared called my office. “Yvonne’s going stir–crazy at

had zero interest in a family outing. “I’m buried in work,” I said. “Why don’t you take her?