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.

Jared’s driver showed up with dinner–all Yvonne’s favorites. She sat on

at me.

but I just

clean this up,” she said. I got up and tidied everything. Then Yvonne sat up straight. “Tracy said there’s a toy store downstairs.

the best of everything,

bed. Play

a shot and my hand’s swollen.” When she didn’t get her way,

knew she was faking it, so I stayed strong. “Yvonne,” I said seriously, “you gotta earn things. If you get everything easy, you won’t treasure

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

ready to bite. My look

herself.

So, Yvonne, Mom will be busy working. You need to be more independent; do your own stuff. And… it’s okay for your

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wasn’t used to it. “If Dad

your dad stops spending on me, other men will. But having

Whether she got it or not,

me know my place–to serve her like her nanny.

confused. For someone so young, she was already trying to manipulate. I

genes were strong.

thought her happiness was mine. But mothers were

better at arguing. She went quiet and played

on the sofa