Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 59

The weight of his stare was suffocating. I played dumb. “A love song? My Englysian isn’t great, and I didn’t catch that. But wow, you sounded flawless. No surprise, though, Mr. Ivy League.”

Jared let out a quiet scoff. “You’re getting worse at lying. The only reason I sang with Tracy was to save face for her. Half the board was there, and she’s VP now. If I humiliated her, she’d lose credibility with them.”

“VP?” I blinked. “Since when? I thought she was your assistant.”

“Board promoted her last week,” he said matter–of–factly. “She earned it.”

A sharp twist of jealousy hit me. Tracy’s rise had Jared’s fingerprints all over it. Suddenly, I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just muttered, “Oh,” and turned away.

Jared caught my shift instantly. “Now you care?” he taunted. “Bit late for that.”

“I don’t,” I forced myself to reply flatly. “Tracy’s competent. Everyone knows that. She got the job on merit, unlike me, who got Harmonia Hotel’s manager title just because of you.”

are my wife. That’s not

Goodnight, dear.” I shut my eyes, done

locked

not feeling well.” My voice was

were soft, but

crashed into mine, hot and insistent. I twisted away, but he caught

I’m sick- No, you’ll catch-” His

wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t even present–just furious, relentless, like he was exorcising something. I stopped fighting. What was the point? Maybe this was his frustration over holding back

against him, fingers digging into my

how much. Eventually, he stopped. His body was satisfied, but his expression was still dark, like… it hadn’t lived up

on with you tonight?” Jared’s voice cut through the silence from the other side of the

yanked the blanket up to cover myself. His accusatory tone only stoked my anger. Did he really see me as nothing more than Tracy’s

do you mean? I’ve been really

talking about,” Jared muttered, his voice low and tense. “You’re just not into