Housewife Gone Wild

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A single offhand remark from me had struck Sally like a boulder, sending shockwaves through her carefully constructed worldview. In her eyes, I’d never been good enough for Jared. Even back when we married, it was only because he had stubbornly insisted.

Throughout our marriage, I’d been the one tiptoeing around her, maintaining a fragile peace. She’d played the gracious matriarch, never openly hostile, yet micromanaging every detail of my life.

In the early days, Sally had visited weekly to inspect my “homework“, scrutinizing whether I’d kept the house spotless, whether I’d catered to Jared’s every need.

Before our marriage, Jared had lived with his parents, and Sally had orchestrated his life with military precision. When I took over, she’d treated me like an incompetent intern, dictating everything from meal plans to laundry routines.

Sally was never satisfied with that meek, people–pleasing Victoria.

Of course, in Sally’s mind, post–divorce Victoria should be scheming to win Jared back, not moving on. The idea that I’d found someone else was unthinkable. She believed I would never move on unless Jared remarried first, leaving me with no other option.

“Victoria, is this another one of your games?” Her tone dripped with skepticism. “Oh, I see now. This is how you’ve been messing with Jared’s head. Staging some fake romance to make him jealous. How pathetic.”

predicted, she refused to

mind, why would I ever willingly let go of Jared? He was successful and handsome. He was the kind of man

already knows about this. If you don’t believe me,

quit already. If you disappear, Jared will move on.” Her patience had worn thin; her

demanding.

“Sorry, but I happen to like my job. Besides, I plan to stay in Shaville long–term. I won’t be returning to Hachester often, so you’d better hurry and find

she the one who promised you a grandson? Though, given her recent miscarriage, she’ll need at

that’s none of your concern,” Sally cut me off and hung

meeting today with several hotel investors, preceded by a two–hour discussion. I needed to get there fast. I wanted to hear their insights on hotel

deep in conversation with the group in one

project unusual. He had plenty of other investments, all far more significant than this one. Yet here he was, flying to Shaville

at me: Was Jared doing this for me? Had

glass walled conference room, I caught sight of Jared inside, effortlessly charming the room if he really was going out

and some even went out of their way to sabotage their