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 all over,

stop torturing yourself,” I begged, my voice rough and

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

him like that,

except a loving, beautiful wife–and that wife doesn’t have to bo me. I’m sure, with your standards, you’ll find someone who’s just right for you.” And with

else waiting for me in

on a cupcake. She had a bag stuffed with

“Uncle Edward gave me these toys! They’re just what I

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glanced at

had a bit

private room. He’ll

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

up,

my hand on his, then

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

beside me, and said, “Mr. Holcomb, if there’s anything on your mind, we can

out.”

“It’s fine. I’ll respect

look at Jared. Did my words finally wake him

person was never

of relief. If Jared could finally let go and stop being so hung up on me, life would get

“Alright, I

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

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