Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 52

Getting sick was rough. I knew that well. That night, I felt a bit better and went to the hospital.

Yvonne was young but tough. When I got there, she was jumping around in her room.

When I walked in, she hid her phone under the covers. I heard a ping; she ducked under to text back and then peeked at me.

“Mom, what took you so long? I’m starving,” Yvonne whined when she saw me.

I used what little energy I had to sit down next to her. “Sorry, I’m sick, too. No food. Call your dad and ask him to bring

some.”

“Did I make you sick?” Yvonne blinked. “Good thing I didn’t let Tracy hug me, or she’d be sick too. If she’s sick, Dad won’t have help with work.”

She was such a pain. “Aren’t you hungry? Why not call your dad?” I didn’t want to argue. Maybe I should just ignore her instead of fighting with a kid.

Yvonne huffed, “Why should I call? Can’t you do it?”

“You’re the hungry one,” I told her.

“You’re supposed to be my mom.” Yvonne’s eyes filled with tears, whining, “Other moms are always there for their kids, not like you. I hardly see you all day.”

I paused, and then quietly texted Jared to bring food.

dinner–all Yvonne’s favorites. She

at me.

too, but

up and tidied everything. Then Yvonne sat up straight. “Tracy said there’s

and the best of everything,

You’ve got toys by your bed. Play with

making me unhappy. I’m a patient. I had a shot and my hand’s swollen.” When she didn’t get her

it, so I stayed strong. “Yvonne,” I said seriously, “you gotta earn things. If you

Grandma’s rich. They give me whatever I want. But you? You don’t earn anything and won’t let me spend. The

her like she was a little wolf ready to bite. My look was cold, so Yvonne

herself.

asking for money. So, Yvonne, Mom will be busy working. You need to be more independent; do your

1/2

Chapter ǝz

it was the first time she heard me talk like this. She wasn’t used to it. “If Dad leaves you, you won’t spend his money,” Yvonne

I be scared? I’m young, pretty, and smart. If your dad stops spending on me, other men will. But having someone isn’t everything. I need my own path. I’ll work hard. If you need help, ask

seeing Yvonne as just my child, but as someone who could understand. Whether she got it or not, I needed her to know she was grown up.

place–to serve her like her nanny. She had a powerful family and was their little princess. As for me, an unemployed nanny, I must

her win. So she was confused. For someone so young, she was already

genes were strong.

without a word. I thought her happiness was mine. But mothers were role models. Children became what they

I was better at arguing. She went quiet and played with her

back on the sofa and closed my eyes