Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 31

Chapter 31

George took a sip of coffee. “Ms. Murphy has had a child and reached a certain age. Maturity was inevitable,” he said.

I glanced at George. He wasn’t wrong, but it was interesting he’d addressed me as “Ms. Murphy” rather than the casual “Victoria.”

Jared let out a tired sigh. “She was so easy when she was little. Now she’s a teenager who talks back constantly, and I don’t know how to deal with her anymore.”

Sandra smiled knowingly. “No one understands parenting like Victoria. She put her whole life on hold for six years to raise Yvonne–that kind of devotion shows.”

I smiled bitterly to myself. Morality wasn’t taught–it was something people were born with or without, plain as that.

Lunch was served amid pleasant conversation. Jared made a show of putting food on my plate–those carefully calculated husband gestures he’d mastered.

Sandra watched with undisguised envy while Wendell shoveled food into his mouth, completely oblivious.

Without Tracy, without Jared’s betrayal, I might have called this a happy marriage. But that illusion had shattered long ago.

After lunch, true to his word, Jared transferred the money. When he asked if I was going to the office that afternoon, I declined, saying I needed to visit the Harmonia Hotel site instead.

He arranged for his driver to take me while he left with George.

After six years of marriage, we’d settled into a comfortable routine–all the passion spent, our conversations as predictable as the tide.

Was this what happened to all marriages eventually? Or was ours uniquely empty?

*****

The Harmonia Hotel occupied two buildings in a prime location, though its aging facilities showed their years. While its reputation kept occupancy decent, the declining numbers spelled an inevitable end.

time I finished my inspection. I left with photographs and blueprints

her new pony, though I’d resolved to send

dinner in his usual suit, shrugging off his jacket as he

didn’t look up from the hotel documents spread across my

I’d rush to greet him, taking his coat to hang up while asking about dinner

Jared waited a beat before taking his coat

turned sulky. “Mom won’t play with me. Is she really going back to work? But you

frowned at her words. When had Jared ever made that promise to

murmured. “You’re a big girl now with

1/3

to do”

want Mom home. I’m still little, and taking care of me is her

couldn’t even fake a smile when I

while I gave her my whole heart, all she wanted was to keep me prisoner in our home. Yvonne’s version of love was pure selfishness wrapped in

his daughter had become–a clear parenting failure. “Your mother and I won’t always be around. You need to learn

disregarded my words but perked up at her father’s voice, putting on that

You’re going to school tomorrow,” Jared declared

scowl, and when she saw the documents in my hands, she grabbed them with

out, my hand connecting with her

you doing?” Yvonne screamed. “You’re

temper was getting worse by the day, and it stunned me. Jared and I were both calm people–so why did she fly off the handle over the

Jared’s sister–my sister–in–law–had the same explosive temper. Maybe it

stand outside for thirty minutes,” I said coldly,

hesitated for a split second before

knew I had

food,” she

my spoiled little tyrant, I felt a pang of regret.