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.

accessory. He didn’t bring me along as his wife, but as another one of his status

into his car ten minutes later, I immediately closed

with mine. My eyes snapped open to find

hands are so soft,” he murmured. “All that

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

afford it.” He pulled a platinum card from

could I ever let you go when you

lightly, but Jared wasn’t laughing. His hand clamped down on mine. “Are

slightly. “I just

it.” He squeezed my other hand, and then

washed over me. I’d promised on our wedding day never

“Oh no, where is it? Did I

1/3

“A diamond ring doesn’t just

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

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

others at home.” Truth was, I’d rather

old–fashioned that way. In his mind, only he could buy my wedding band, and I had to wear

don’t you give me the money and let me choose my own ring?” I dropped the pretense and spoke my mind

He kept hold of my hand, absentmindedly stroking my fingers while he took

to do this afternoon.

said sweetly, leaning against his arm and

the wedding ring, some thrift store ring would

was worth.

arrived at the restaurant, Jared’s friends were already there–all around our age, all

relied on family allowances, Jared had already taken over the family business. Same privileged upbringing, but he was clearly the most

you brought Victoria!” a bright female voice called out

was dressed casually but elegantly. With her delicate features and the soft lilt of her Shaville accent, she had that