Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 189

After lunch, Amy and Clint left ahead of us. Frode with Jareil, and he asked when I wanted to go I told him to drop me off at the Hannonia Hotel.

The car was quiet. The sun was blaring outside, but the AC was blasting, making me feel a little drowsy. When we stopped reached mer and wrapped his fingers around mine,

I gently slipped my hand away without making a scene, just as the light turned green, Jared drave off in silence.

ca red light, Jared suddenly

“You like Nathan now, don’t you?” the next red light, Jared finally spoke up. His voice was eerily calm, but I could feel the tension underneath. I froze

for a second.

He continued, “Love doesn’t disappear. It moves on. You won’t let me touch you now, acting all chaste for another guy. I know how grown–up relationships work. I probably get it better than you is Nathan the reason you’re acting this way?”

“What does he have to do with any of this?” I asked. His imagination was something else.

“You women always say one thing and mean another, don’t you? Of course he’s involved.” Janed shot me a mocking look. “if he hadn’t shown up, you wouldn’t be treating me like this.”

thinking that way. I mean, me suddenly falling out of love with him must’ve felt like some glitch

accept it, so he was desperate to

don’t be so naive, What, you think women can’t survive without love?” I shot him a

love themselves.

men are just extra baggage. Ever

tightened around the steering wheel, his lips

We were

still on the road, and I didn’t want to push him any further, so I

other ideas. He jorked the wheel and

got all these excuses? De you really think you can just toss me aside?” Jared glared at

with anger. “I used to think splitting the assets after a divorce was the best option, Sure,

wanted. Even if you want a divorce now, I’ll make sure you get what you deserve. Just tell me. Did you fall for someone else?” Jared demanded, his

his gaze head–on.

his hands and slammed them down hard on the steering wheel

by his reaction. This was the kind ofthing women usually did–breaking down and crying on the

the same.

never going to get over what happened between me