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.

than a shiny accessory. He didn’t bring me along as his wife, but as

car ten minutes

mine. My eyes snapped

“Your hands are so soft,” he

holding them. “Beauty doesn’t come cheap,” I said

thing I can afford it.” He pulled a platinum card from his pocket. “Your birthday’s the

it with a smile. “How could I ever let you go when

it lightly, but Jared wasn’t laughing. His hand clamped down on mine. “Are you seriously thinking about

“I just mean…

other hand, and then stiffened. “Where’s your

washed over me. I’d promised on

surprise perfectly. “Oh no, where is it? Did I

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forehead creased. “A diamond ring

weight,” I said softly. “I dropped from 132 to 110 pounds. Sorry, sweetheart,

act convinced him completely. “Don’t worry,” he said, patting my

need. I have others at home.” Truth was, I’d rather have the cash equivalent

count. They’re just everyday jewelry.” Jared was old–fashioned that way. In his mind, only he could buy my wedding

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

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

things to do this afternoon. Go pick it out yourself–I’ll have the money sent

his arm and conveniently forgetting to mention the card he’d just given

money, I’d quietly save it all. As for the wedding ring, some thrift store ring would do–that was all

was worth.

were already

allowances, Jared had already

you brought Victoria!” a bright female voice

elegantly. With her delicate features and the soft lilt of her