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.

self–worth was either tied to their

PM. Jared, clearly in a foul mood, kept excusing

over was like he’d been hollowed out. Every time his gaze fixed on

Shaville long–term. My role

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

felt this way. Back then, my vision had been narrow, limited to just my husband

child.

family as just one part of their grand

meeting, I gathered my soon–to–be subordinates for another half–hour discussion,

past 10 PM. Most of us hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so we headed down to the hotel’s buffet. Hunger gnawed at

hallway, a tall

buttons undone, exuding a careless, almost reckless aura. “Congratulations,” he said, his voice dripping with Sarcasm. “On taking this bold

Holcomb, do us