Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 148

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In my previous life, Quinn and I were oil and water. She thought I was a freeloader because I asked Jared for money and called me a parasit When I refused to divorce him, she cornered me at the door and shouted every insult she could think of. Remembering that sharp tongue o hers, this time around, I’m not giving her an inch. If she jabs at me, I’ll jab right back.

I slid onto the couch next to Jared. They were deep in conversation. Apparently, some high–profile, blue–blooded figure was being flown in from Braylin for medical treatment, and John was trying to pull strings for a visit. So far, no luck.

Jared shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t make that happen.”

John sighed in disappointment, then filled us in. “The old man’s in his seventies, doesn’t have long. Word is his kids are tearing each other apart over the inheritance. A car accident overseas took out the second son a few weeks ago.”

A shadow crossed Jared’s face. His long fingers tapped the edge of the coffee table. “The richer the bloodline, the nastier the feud. And that family’s connected to forces way deeper than money. Life and death are always up in the air with them.”

John nodded. “The guy’s soft spot is his youngest grandson, brought the kid along for his treatments. Wherever the grandpa goes, the kid goes. If the old man dies, that boy’s in trouble.

“His dad was killed years ago, so he’s only got his mom’s relatives for backup. I’m betting his grandpa leaves everything to him in the end.”

Jared’s brows inched up. “The grandson’s in his twenties, right? Which school?”

“Shaville University. Senior year,” John said, clearly well briefed.

“Okay, Uncle John, I can introduce you to a couple of people. Whether you land a meeting is on you.” With that, Jared stood and stepped outside to make a call.

I caught maybe half the story–old–money clan, ugly succession war, a kid about to get steam–rolled.

At dinner, Jared got pulled away by another phone call, so I stayed with John’s family. The older relatives zeroed in on one topic: when I planned on giving them a baby boy.

having a son while I

of phoning Jared, I asked the driver to take

driver was a sweetheart, giving me a mini tour, pointing

as I was about to head back, my phone buzzed. A text from Tracy: [Mr. Holcomb’s drunk. You should go

turned to the window. The car stereo was playing a moody Secret Garden track, sounded like a farewell poem

the day, a dog still loves its bone. Bon appétit, Jared. Choke

you must.

the hotel, showered, and went straight to bed. Honestly,

in, dead–drunk, half–carried by the chauffeur. Their

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my silk night–set–snow–white, V–neck, and anything but modest,

the floor. Jared waved him off with a lazy “Thanks, man,” and the

bare feet, loose hair, every inch the gorgeous wife who knows

to reel. He reached for my curves

reach and heading back to

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the couch, stiff and furious.

six–foot man to bed wasn’t happening. At least I made sure you didn’t

and this is how

Surprised

narrowed. “How do you know

phone. “She texted. Very

his nose. “Tracy was just… looking out