Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 88

Chapter 88

“I have other work to do and a child at home,” I declined politely.

I danced until after six, then went home, showered, and began studying Englysian.

Thinking about Jared and Tracy’s heartfelt duet last time, I vowed to learn Englysian well. I thought, ‘One day, I’ll pull a handsome guy and sing a romantic song in Englysian right in front of Jared–as a form of poetic justice.’

Jared didn’t return home tonight, which didn’t surprise me. I thought, ‘With Yvonne not here, there’s no one he cares enough about at home.”

For three consecutive nights, it seemed Jared spent them elsewhere. I mused, ‘So his claim of having no involvement with Tracy was just him treating me like a fool.’

Men who were wealthy, attractive, and had abundant resources were always hunters. If it wasn’t Tracy, there would be someone else. Since Jared was a hunter, he would never stop chasing his prey for the thrill of it.

And I had decided to join the game as a hunter, too. But first, I wanted a divorce–to be single and hunt honorably. Right now, my top priority was ending this marriage.

I thought, “Tracy is really letting me down! In my previous life, she was already pregnant at this time and had an abortion to win Jared’s affection and sympathy.

Now, I had been

my private detective again to check on the progress. The detective grumbled that he hadn’t captured anything

into my head. I offered an extra 15 thousand dollars to

couldn’t catch him with Tracy, maybe they should catch him with

promising to get the

enough to leave with nothing. After experiencing the perks

often a product of wealth–discipline could maintain their figure, but money let them stand tall and proud. Money was my backbone, supporting me through

household; even if it didn’t earn me merit, it certainly came with its own struggles. I wanted

a sudden rainstorm hit. I stepped out of the temporary office at Harmonia Hotel

last to leave. I decided to

my skirt, ready to run. Just then, a silver Bentley stopped in front of me, and Jared got out holding a black umbrella. “Let me drive you home,”

expecting him to show up and immediately reached for his umbrella. “Can I borrow this? I’ll

1/2

I took his umbrella

got back into his car. Moments

maids the night off, leaving dinner for me to