Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 218

I kept my eyes shut, the alcohol churning sourly in my gut. Words deserted me. What worries could I possibly justify? The very fact that I had to conceal my divorce screamed failure loud enough.

For the entire ride, I feigned sleep, maintaining a stony silence toward Jared. He remained silent as well.

Since I hadn’t given the driver my new address, he defaulted to driving me straight back to the villa. When I opened my eyes, I only wanted the driver to

turn the car around.

“Victoria, we’re here,” Jared said, uncannily echoing my thoughts. “It’s past eleven. Let Warner head home. His wife just delivered their second child. He

needs the rest.”

I glanced at Warner. Exhaustion was etched deep on his face. Murmuring thanks, I stepped out into the night.

Standing beside Jared, the chilly night air sliced through the alcohol haze, sharpening my senses. Without a word, I turned and walked away.

closing around my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was tight. “This is your home. You

flashing hot. “Not anymore,” I stated, my voice glacial. “I’m going

street, raw and desperate. “What the hell do you want from me? How much do I have to give in?” His voice cracked, teetering on the edge

kept walking. I’d never wanted him to give in–the bitter taste of being the supplicant

lunged forward, arms locking around me from behind, trapping me against him. His voice was thick. “Victoria, I was wrong. Please. Don’t go. This house is a tomb without you. Yvonne and I…

never

his iron grip. “You and Yvonne managed perfectly

crushed me tighter, as if trying to fuse me back into his existence. “Jared,

into raw desperation. “Don’t leave,

brutal truth into his consciousness: the woman who had loved him was gone. Every reservoir of that

begged, the words fracturing. “You don’t have to

best, Jared. Your love? I don’t want it. Save it for someone who

grip slackened. Seizing the instant, I broke free and walked

last thing I needed

the villa gates, I

I finally reached my apartment. Bone–weary, I managed