Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Jared’s first question was about my lunch plans.

The scent of roses intensified as he approached. I schooled my features into indifference. “Cafeteria.”

Our company cafeteria would make me special dishes if I asked.

He watched me for a moment. “Come to lunch with me and some friends.”

Jared’s inner circle consisted of three childhood friends–two men and a woman, one couple dating since college.

In six years of marriage, I’d met them maybe five times. His invitation caught me off guard.

“Are you sure?” Not that I minded going if he wanted me there.

“Why not? They know you.” His eyes traveled over my outfit. “When did you get this? I don’t remember seeing it before.”

I gave a small smile. “Complete closet overhaul. What do you think of the dress?”

Jared’s lips thinned slightly. “Meet me downstairs in ten.”

Men were so predictable. For years, Jared hadn’t noticed what I wore, but this curve–hugging dress suddenly made me visible.

If visual appeal was what worked, I’d play the game.

If he saw me as nothing but a trophy, I might as well look like one.

His sudden interest in showing me off to friends spoke volumes.

was my role–nothing more than a shiny accessory. He didn’t bring me

slid into his car ten minutes later, I immediately closed

warm fingers intertwined with mine. My eyes snapped open to find his hand

examined my fingers with care. “Your hands are so soft,” he

keep holding them. “Beauty doesn’t come cheap,” I said dryly. “I’ve been spending a fortune

it.” He pulled a platinum card from his pocket. “Your

smile. “How could I ever let you go when

wasn’t laughing. His hand clamped down on mine. “Are you seriously thinking

just mean… feelings

overthink it.” He squeezed my other hand, and

washed over me. I’d promised on

perfectly. “Oh no, where is it?

1/3

creased. “A diamond ring

must be because I lost weight,” I said softly. “I dropped from 132 to 110

said, patting my hand. “We’ll buy a

others at home.” Truth was, I’d rather have the cash equivalent than another ring from

jewelry.” Jared was old–fashioned that way. In his mind, only

money and let me choose my own ring?” I dropped the pretense and

slightly when his phone rang. He kept hold of my hand, absentmindedly stroking my fingers

this afternoon. Go pick it out

sweetly, leaning against his arm and conveniently forgetting to

for the wedding ring, some

was worth.

Jared’s friends were already there–all around our age, all from

they still relied on family allowances, Jared had already taken over the family

brought Victoria!” a bright female voice called out

casually but elegantly. With her delicate features and the soft lilt of her Shaville