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.

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

me a look that

some idiot could still T–bone us. Rich couples

went icy. “Shut up

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 working now,

my nightgown and stood in front of the full–length mirror, studying

shape than I’d been in years. But this recent cold had whittled away those last

of my bed. When had he slipped in? He moved like a ghost these

announced preemptively, layering

eyes flicked up. “I know.” That deep voice carried

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

finished my routine in silence, slid under the covers,

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hand shot out, pressing