Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 34

The storm howled outside, rain hammering against the windows as Jared's words made my blood run cold.

Why was he asking this now? Was he worried I'd discovered his secret, or was this his way of coming clean?

Would he sitdown again to negotiate his relationship with Tracy, just like before? My mind raced with

questions.

Back then, I'd been such a fool, clinging to that worthless marriage certificate, refusing to surrender my place.

This taround, | would gladly accept if Jared offered the sdeal again, taking only the money and nothing

more when | left.

“What's wrong? Got something to hide?” | asked, forcing a teasing tone | didn't feel.

Jared was dangerous-a man who could smile while burning with rage inside, and then retaliate in ways his

victims never anticipated.

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| couldn’t risk provoking him. If he dropped the act of caring about our marriage, I'd lose everything. My safest

move was to take the money and run. As for child support, | knew that wasn’t coming.

Jared's gaze lingered on my face. After a long pause, he said, “Don’t believe anything you hear. They're just

rumors without substance. Yvonne is still young, and we need to think of her first.”

| stared at him in disbelief, unable to reconcile this behavior with the Jared | knew. His suggestion to ignore the

rumors while using our daughter’s youth as justification madewonder if he was avoiding confessing his affair

with Tracy.

| couldn’t help but recognize the pattern. He had broken his promises but wouldn't admit it, makingquestion

myself while denying every rumor. Still, | knew one truth-rumors didn’t start without reason, and gossip usually

contained struth.

“Don’t worry, darling,” | said, stepping closer with a carefully crafted smile. “You're the only one | trust.”

Jared's expression softened as he reached to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. “How are you settling in at

the company? You seem genuinely committed to making this work.”

“I am serious,” | replied, turning toward the rain-smeared window. “You should go hahead of me. Yvonne

and I... we're still not on speaking terms. | doubt she wants to seeright now.”

“Don’t worry. | had Tracy take Yvonne to my mom's place. Tonight, it's just the two of us.” Jared's voice was low

as he stepped closer behind me.

| was wearing an off-the-shoulder knit top, the fabric slipping just enough to reveal my smooth, glowing skin.

Before he could finish, his lips brushed my shoulder. “Don’t work late. Go hearly.” There was a roughness in

his voice I. hadn't heard in years.

Even on our honeymoon, he'd been strangely proper about intimacy. He'd always ask before kissing me, like we

were still figuring out where the lines were.

It seemed ridiculous now. What kind of married couple needed permission for every touch? Most people just let

things happen when the vibe was right.

But Jared never crossed a line. If | didn’t say yes, he didn’t push-no kisses, no embraces, nothing. He was always

so controlled, like a man without desire.

Recently, I'd been pushing boundaries-dressing to provoke and challenging him at every turn. Yet here he was,

kissing my

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bare shoulder in the office of all places, murmuring forto go hearly. This wasn’t the restrained Jared |

knew.