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.

instantly, his hand closing around my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was tight. “This is your home. You lived here for six

my arm free, defiance flashing hot. “Not anymore,” I stated, my voice glacial. “I’m

street, raw and desperate. “What the hell do you want from me? How much do I have to give

to give in–the bitter taste of being the

me against him. His voice was thick. “Victoria, I was wrong. Please.

never let such words pass his

otherwise,” I retorted, twisting futilely against his iron

crushed me tighter, as if trying to fuse me back into his existence. “Jared, stop! This isn’t you.” Anger finally ignited,

dissolving into raw desperation.

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

he begged, the words fracturing. “You don’t have to love me back.

pleading. “You’ve always loved yourself best, Jared. Your love? I don’t want it. Save it for someone who might believe it.” With a final surge

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

didn’t pursue. The last thing I needed was a protracted scene on the doorstep, fodder for

villa gates, I

finally reached my apartment. Bone–weary, I managed a quick shower before collapsing into bed, sleep claiming