Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 223

Nearing the entrance, Jared’s low voice, carrying clearly in the quiet corridor, stopped me cold. “You’ve just suffered a loss, Tracy. Focus on heslye Hote isn’t the time to dive back into the fray.”

“You don’t need to return here. Your family’s business offers far better prospects for you. Amy might lack your technical expertise, but she navigates the political landscape effectively. There’s no problem.”

After a pause, he continued, “Any update on Mom and Yvonne’s flight schedule?”

“Thanks for looking after them,” Jared murmured, his voice softening slightly. “I’ll find a way to express my gratitude.”

Silently, I retreated, melting back into the corridor shadows. Only after Jared concluded his call and returned to his office did l’approach again.

Jared sat hunched over his desk, brow deeply jabbing an impatient finger at a stack of documents. At my entrance, his head snapped up.

“Meeting concluded?”

I approached his desk, my expression blank. The acrid

of cigarettes clung heavily to him–evidence of more than a brief smoke break.

thrust it back toward me. “Yvonne returns tomorrow

my own utterly devoid of

features, “I understand your animosity towards me.

for another mother,”

utterly still, then contorted into a scowl. “She’s a child, Victoria.

my tone deceptively mild. “But she starts school this year. She should grasp basic right and wrong. She should

is your daughter,” he bit out, each word sharp. “Your

countered coldly. “Would that change a single,

utterly,” he finally struck, “isn’t that the ultimate

for a moment. Then, my voice emerged, colder than ice.

come from? Who filled your head with this poison?

at my transformation, at the loss of the woman he thought he owned. Losing his grip on me was clearly an intolerable

know this much: cutting your losses is infinitely wiser

as the brutal metaphor struck home. He seemed to deflate, his rigid posture collapsing into

my former self, the ultimate fool. Denied even the catharsis of rage,