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

prepared for confrontation, only to find

want to review them. After

you need anything. If I can’t help you personally, I have connections,” Tracy said, meeting my eyes with unexpected warmth. Her tone suggested she

couldn’t tell if this came from supreme

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

in all the right circles. Her glamorous hobbies, from downhill skiing to weekend racing, gave

viewed me as just another unremarkable

of you. The rumors about your generosity are clearly true,” I said

and offered my hand. “Everyone knows you’re the best at what you do, Tracy. I’d appreciate your help.

as she shook my hand. “No need to be so formal, Mrs. Holcomb. Helping

sometime,” I

along,” Tracy

“Yvonne’s always telling me how kind you

caught Jared watching us through

Let him think what he wanted–I’d match Tracy’s act move for move. If she thought me unworthy as an opponent, she was about to

five, Jared called my office. “Yvonne’s going stir–crazy at home. Let’s take her out

said. “Why don’t