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.

my role–nothing more than a shiny accessory. He didn’t bring me along as his wife, but as another one of his status

car ten

with mine. My eyes snapped

soft,” he murmured. “All that

doesn’t come cheap,” I said

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

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

wasn’t laughing. His hand clamped down on mine.

pouted slightly. “I just mean…

hand,

promised on our wedding day never to

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

1/3

creased. “A diamond ring doesn’t just

softly. “I dropped from 132 to

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

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

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

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

He kept hold of my

Jared said, “I’ve got things to do this afternoon. Go pick it out

his arm and

the wedding ring, some thrift store ring would do–that was all his

was worth.

already there–all around our age, all from the same privileged

relied on family allowances, Jared had already taken

you brought Victoria!” a bright female

Sandra Lynn, was dressed casually but elegantly. With her delicate features and the soft lilt of her Shaville accent,