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

my own utterly devoid of warmth. “No. Enjoy your

hardened his voice and features, “I understand your animosity towards

a preference for another mother,” I stated, my voice glacial, “my sense of obligation

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

mild. “But she starts school this year. She should grasp basic right

out, each word sharp. “Your blood flows in her veins. How can you

countered coldly. “Would that

finally struck, “isn’t that the

hung heavy for a moment. Then, my voice emerged, colder than ice. “Failure? Divorce? Letting go? That isn’t failure, Jared. That’s excising a mistake.

anger, “where did this twisted perspective come from? Who filled your head with this

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

your losses is infinitely

He seemed to deflate, his rigid posture collapsing into the chair like a pupp strings. Angry fingers drummed a furious staccato on the polished wood. “Fine.

the catharsis of rage, I had shrunk into the shadows, a spectral