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.

really. For men like him, self–worth was either tied to their

PM. Jared, clearly in a foul mood,

out. Every time his gaze fixed on some distant point, he’d push

My role was solidified: I’d continue overseeing the hotel’s

passion. For the first

around my family, I’d never felt this way. Back then, my vision had

child.

with family as just one part of their

I gathered my soon–to–be subordinates for another

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

stepped into the hallway, a tall

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

do us both a favor