Housewife Gone Wild

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Then, all of a sudden, he pulled me into a fierce hug. “Victoria, we were chosen by fate to be husband and wife. I believe in karma and destiny. In this life, I’m here to love you and Yvonne. Please, just give me a chance, okay?”

“Jared, let go of me…” I muttered, feeling awkward and self–conscious.

More people started gathering at the restaurant entrance, all turning to stare at us.

Even though we were in a foreign country and no one could understand what we were saying, Jared acting out like that was making people stare.

A couple of tall guys even started heading over to check out what was happening.

“Jared, people are coming over. Could you please let go?” I pleaded, not wanting things to get any messier.

As expected, a few concerned men came over and asked if we needed any help.

I quickly told them it was just a fight between husband and wife, and they walked away.

Jared was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He leaned against the wall, looking like a defeated animal–something I’d never seen from him before.

In our previous life, he was always so refined, the picture of a gentleman. Underneath that polished exterior, though, he was ruthless and decisive, but he never let it show in his words.

Right now, I was seeing a side of Jared I’d never seen before–untamed, vulnerable, and heartbreakingly real.

“So this is what fate wants, huh? Not for me to love you, but to punish me by making me watch you fall for someone else, again and again, and never with me–not even once,” Jared choked out, suddenly covering his face with his hands. I saw his knuckles, swollen and smeared with blood, and seeing that hit me hard.

shaking

I begged,

his hands and looked at me, lost and bewildered, like a man

like that,

you have your parents, your sister, your daughter, and your career. You have everything except a loving, beautiful wife–and that wife doesn’t have to bo me.

besides, there was someone else waiting

Edward sitting with Yvonne, who was munching on a cupcake. She had a bag stuffed

Yvonne dashed over, grinning. “Uncle Edward gave

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glanced at Edward

okay. He just had a bit of a

the private room. He’ll be here soon,”

to a fancy private room. “Should I go talk to Mr. Holcomb?”

up, I pressed my

my hand on his, then smiled.

He’d cleaned the blood off his hands and looked composed, like nothing had happened–but you could

then at Jared beside me, and said, “Mr. Holcomb,

out.”

his head. “It’s fine. I’ll respect

turning to look at Jared. Did

person was never

go and stop being so hung up on me, life would get a lot better for him and

nodded. “Alright, I

was just served, and we’d barely started eating when Jared suddenly spoke up, staring straight at Edward. “Mr. Jennings,

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