Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 35

“Just let me finish these files first.” I wasn’t about to make this easy for him. The more he demanded my obedience, the more I dug in my heels.

“Since when are files more important than your husband?” Jared’s voice dropped dangerously low as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me back against him. “Just come home early, okay?”

His lips barely grazed my earlobe before he was gone, the office door clicking shut behind him.

I stared at the empty doorway, trying to make sense of his sudden intensity. If he was that desperate, Tracy was always available–she had proven herself quite skilled at keeping him entertained in ways I never bothered to learn.

The memories from my previous life hit me hard–how he’d bragged about their adventures. They’d done it under the stars, in his car, on a wolf–howling hillside, in the gym’s locker room, and even in the racetrack bathroom.

Just thinking about it made my blood boil. If Tracy was so perfect, he was supposed to be with her instead.

His evasiveness was all the answer I needed. If Jared kept dodging the divorce talk, I’d have to make Tracy push him harder until her demands left him no room for evasion.

The realization hit me with a dull ache. Men always had the upper hand in marriage. As long as a wife kept quiet, her husband could fool around while maintaining the perfect family facade. Because at their core, men still clung to that picture–perfect domestic life.

over men. We schemed, backstabbed, and debased ourselves–all while

**

well past nine to find Jared

I asked, frowning at the

Yvonne away, I gave them leave,” he said,

stomach growled in

keep your dinner warm.” Jared gave me his perfect–husband smile, the one I knew was

he looked. Tracy probably got the same sweet–nothing

her connections for the Holcomb family. Jared had that

the food and ate slowly at

cabinet, pouring me half a glass. “New vintage. You’ll

wine. He’d invested in a Falansian vineyard, starting what I knew would

and then gulped the entire glass. The anticipation of tonight’s “duties” left a bitter taste in my

had. Now I took my pleasure where I could get it. But

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