Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 123

Once one started to understand the rules of the game, that was when one finally earned one’s place at the table.

In my previous life, all I did was take care of my family, thinking my husband would notice my hard work and remember everything I did for him.

I took it for granted that I was the perfect wife, someone who could never be replaced.

But in reality, only the future one built personally would ever become the destiny one could truly control.

Trusting someone else with one’s fate was a mistake from the very beginning.

Chasing after the prize might just be an illusion, and even becoming what one desired could turn out to be nothing but a dream.

Maybe only by stepping back and watching from the sidelines could one truly figure out how to play this game of life and actually enjoy it.

I was busy until evening and only got home late, but Jared was already there, sitting in the living room, helping Yvonne with her homework.

Yvonne had to write an Englysian essay describing her family members.

When I walked in, Jared was teaching Yvonne in Englysian with his deep voice, and Yvonne was speaking more and more fluently.

But when she saw me, she deliberately said in Englysian, “My mom has a bad temper. She’s strict most of the time, and she loves spending money to dress herself up.”

if he was encouraging her or rewarding her–did he really

Englysian was terrible and that I couldn’t

of effort to improve my Englysian, and I wasn’t bad

chance to say in Englysian again, “My mom’s been really into her work lately and has been ignoring

spoke, since her writing

at the two of them,

first. I’ll check it for you later.” I heard Jared tell

back to my room and saw there was still more than half an hour before dinner, I figured I might as

exercise in.

I planned to do some strength training to keep my face looking firm and prevent it

a lightweight workout outfit and

at the doorway, Jared reached out and

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silent, just

frowned and said, “At lunch, Tracy and I were just talking about the cooperation with her dad’s

me. He might as well have

built up enough walls around my heart yet, or I was still too soft, because every time he tried to explain, my feelings got

fought back the urge to snap at him and put on a calm smile. “I know. It’s