Housewife Gone Wild

I looked at the man I once loved so deeply, his face burned into my memory, haunting me through two lifetimes.

Who would’ve thought Jared would actually humble himself, asking for my love?

Live long enough, and you’ll see all kinds of crazy things.

Seeing me stay silent, Jared’s brows drew together, a hint of desperation in his eyes. “Victoria, just don’t play me like I’m some stray, okay? Whatever you say goes–I’ll go along with anything you want.”

I arched an eyebrow as Jared suddenly bent down in front of my sofa, the warm light overhead bathing his face, making him look soft and captivating.

He reached out, gently taking my fingers and guiding them to trace the lines of his striking face. “Can you see if you can feel something for me again?”

My hand brushed his face without feeling, then I pulled away, curling my fingers inward. “Jared, I’m not some saint. If you’re trying to win me over with money, honestly, I might just say yes.”

“So, can I stay tonight?” Jared asked, his eyes glinting with a teasing smile.

I bit my lip and gave him a cool look. “I’m not in the mood right now. Give me some time to think about it.”

up with Nathan, are you?” Jared said, a hint of irritation in his voice. He clearly thought I was just giving Nathan

flat. “You said I get to call the shots, so why are you going back on

I don’t like it when

about changing, but you’re still the same,” I snapped, shoving him aside. I walked over to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of cold water, and twisted the cap

so much at me, I was scared I’d lose myself and fall right

both ways–it can be heaven or hell. If you don’t have the wisdom to handle it, a windfall can be a disaster, way more than

now, but the second he gets the upper hand, whether it’s in love or business,

chasing

heart to be mine, even if it’s only for now,” Jared said, his voice low and wistful as he leaned against the wall, watching me

as the

surprisingly calm, “Sorry, I’m done thinking about

shifting from pale to flushed, caught between embarrassment and irritation. “Why? I thought

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money, but I play fair,” I said with a sly smile. “And let’s be real–back when I was younger, I didn’t get