BuzzNovelChapter 13 The scene in those photos looked warm and cozy, but to me, it was nothing short of humiliating.
I knew exactly why that woman had posted them-I'd blown off the event she organized, and now she was getting revenge by exposing my messed-up family situation and makinglook like a total joke. What a low blow.
I didn't let her get away with it. As soon as I saw those photos, I called her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Victoria?" she answered, sounding all smiley.
"Delete those photos from your Twitter," I said, my voice cold.
Her smile vanished from her tone, and her voice oozed with fake innocence. "What? I was just sharing scute pictures of the kids baking cakes together." "But your little feel-good moment doesn't give you the right to mess with someone's marriage. I know your husband does business with the Holcombs. Jared might be easy-going, but if he catches wind of these photos..." I trailed off.
"I'll delete them right now." She caved fast. But before hanging up, she snickered, "Heard Mr. Holcomb chatting about kids- sounds like he wants a son. And his assistant gets along well with your daughter. Be real, Victoria- doesn't that scare you?" I let out a cold laugh. "If you think your marriage is too perfect, go ahead and check your husband's phone. Bet you'd find sinteresting stuff." She hung up with a sharp click.
From what I'd seen, rich guys were always restless. Their wives all knew the deal, and not one of them got to have the last laugh. But me? I didn't love Jared anymore. Nothing he did could hurtnow.
I took a shower, did my skincare, then did a few quick bed exercises to stay toned before finally falling asleep. That night, Jared didn't bring Yvonne hagain.
The next morning, I was eating breakfast when Sally, my mother-in-law, walked in. She was in her fifties, a little plump, with that obvious money vibe. Her hair was a bold burgundy color, way trendier than mine. "Hi, Sally," I said, standing up to greet her.
She shota glare. “What's your problem? Yvonne says you hit her lately. And you didn't even pick her up from school. How can you be so mean to your kid?" A cold sweat broke out as I suddenly remembered how sneaky Yvonne was. She'd go around spreading rumors, getting everyone to callout. And Sally was her most powerful ally.
Faced with Sally's scolding, I couldn't argue. It was true, after all.
I smiled and explained, "Yvonne's six now-she's a big girl. I just want her to learn to be independent. It's not as serious as you thought. How could I not love her?" Sally frowned, "She's way too little for that 'independent' stuff. She needs your love more than anything. And listen, girls are sensitive about their appearance. You can't keep hitting her-what if you leave a mark? She's the only granddaughter in the Holcomb family." Yvonne wasn't a boy, but she looked and acted so much like Jared. So, Sally had always spoiled her.
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind," I said. I didn't want to pick a fight with anyone, not before I got my fair share of the divorce 1/2 settlement.
Sally plopped down on the couch. I made her a cup of coffee myself, m Since she was here might as well o bring up what was on my mind. "I want to get a job," I said straightforwardly.
Sally froze mid-sip. "You've been a housewife for six years. What do you think you can do?"
A sharp pain stabbed my heart. But fortunately, it was only six have had been sixty, Fwo years. If it completely wasted my entire life.
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