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.

“You know, we really shouldn’t be in the same

shot me a look that could freeze lava.

focus, some idiot could still T–bone us. Rich couples are supposed

icy. “Shut up and

me anymore. The

an unusually quiet house. Sally had kept Yvonne overnight–probably guilt over the

showering, I wore my nightgown and stood in front

and yoga had sculpted me into better shape than I’d been in years. But this recent cold had whittled away those last few stubborn pounds, leaving me looking almost

sat motionless on the edge of my bed. When had he slipped in? He moved like

sick,” I announced preemptively, layering my voice with exaggerated

voice carried its usual finality.

insisted he couldn’t sleep with another person’s breathing disturbing him. At this point, I didn’t know which version

slid under the covers, and willed myself

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out, pressing against my