Housewife Gone Wild

The question caught me off guard. So, Jared did have insecurities after all. I feigned ignorance. “Better at what, exactly?”

I could practically hear him grinding his teeth. “You said before there was no comparison. Now there is.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “The fact that you’re asking already tells you the answer, doesn’t it?”

The line went quiet again. I was growing impatient. This back–and–forth wasn’t like him. He’d never been one for drawn–out emotional tug–of–war.

“If you still want me at that meeting, I’ll come. But this is the last time you put a finger in my personal business.” My voice left no room for negotiation.

He exhaled, defeat creeping into his tone. “Fine. Be here.”

+23)

On the way to the hotel, I turned Jared’s behavior over in my mind. His petty questions, his sudden insecurity… Maybe this was just his way of processing the end of our marriage.

male ego, really. For men like him, self–worth was either tied to their careers or… well,

on until 9:30 PM. Jared, clearly in a foul mood, kept excusing himself to step outside for

his gaze fixed on some distant point, he’d push back

in Shaville long–term. My role was solidified: I’d continue overseeing

electrified me in a way I’d never experienced before. This was more than just adrenaline; it was passion. For the first

world revolved solely around my family, I’d never felt this way. Back then, my vision had been narrow, limited to just

child.

as their domain, with family as just one part of their

soon–to–be subordinates for another half–hour discussion, laying out our

dinner yet, so we headed down to the hotel’s buffet. Hunger gnawed at me, and I decided to join

the hallway, a

in a gray shirt, the top buttons undone, exuding a careless, almost reckless aura. “Congratulations,” he said,

coolly “Mr. Holcomb, do us both a favor and speak