Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 58

But the real tragedy wasn’t the weight I’d lost. It was the equal standing I’d surrendered.

The elevator dinged. Jared strode out but paused long enough to toss over his shoulder, “Wait in the car. I need a smoke.”

“Didn’t you drive?” I asked.

“No.” He didn’t elaborate, just walked off toward the designated smoking area.

Jared rarely smokes. Only when something was eating at him. So why now? He just spent the evening crooning love songs with his mistress. Shouldn’t he be floating on cloud nine? Unless my presence ruined the fantasy, reminded him how cheap the whole thing really was.

I smirked and slid into the car. Let him stew.

A few minutes later, Jared appeared, his tall frame cutting an imposing figure under the parking lot lights. He yanked open the passenger door and dropped into the seat like a man settling into a courtroom bench–all stiff posture and silent authority.

Lately, he’d been riding shotgun in my car more often. But in the past, it never would’ve happened.

key in the ignition and couldn’t resist needling him. “You know, we really shouldn’t be in

look that could freeze lava. “Just

us. Rich

icy. “Shut up

it clear he shouldn’t ride with me anymore. The less time

kept Yvonne overnight–probably guilt over the kid getting sick on her watch. With both Jared and me

and stood in front of

in years. But this recent cold had whittled away

to apply my nighttime serum, I nearly dropped the bottle. Jared sat motionless on the edge of my bed. When had he slipped in? He moved like a ghost these days–first invading my passenger seat, and now my

I’m sick,” I announced preemptively, layering

know.” That deep voice carried its usual finality.

between us. Then why was he here? Just to share a bed? This from the man who’d once insisted he couldn’t sleep with another person’s breathing disturbing him. At this point, I didn’t know which

routine in silence, slid under the covers,

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hand shot out, pressing