Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1

It was late 2044, and I was in my fifties, counting down my final moments.

Breast cancer had ravaged my body. My husband, Jared Holcomb, was desperately trying to save me, rushing to find the best doctors. But I was done fighting. I’d stopped eating for three days, not even taking a sip of water.

We’d been married for thirty years, but I couldn’t stand the thought of laying eyes on him one last time.

In the hospice room, I lay dying, my eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, familiar footsteps grew louder–Jared and our daughter, Yvonne, were approaching my bedside.

The doctor’s voice was heavy. “She’s stopped eating. You don’t have much time left.”

A thick silence filled the room. My remaining consciousness was fading, bit by bit.

Then I heard Yvonne whisper, her voice deliberately low, “Mom’s about to pass. When are you going to marry Tracy?”

Jared paused before responding, “We’ll see. Let’s get the funeral over with first.”

Yvonne sighed, “Mom wasted her entire life. I never understood what she was holding onto. She should’ve divorced years ago. All that stress just ate her alive.”

My heart felt like it was drowning in bitterness. The reason I’d stayed married was so simple–I wanted Yvonne to grow up in an intact family. I didn’t want her to deal with in–law drama when she got married someday.

Now, my stubborn persistence felt like one pathetic, cruel joke. Whatever, I was about to leave this world that had torn my heart to shreds. Finally, I’d be free.

“Quiet as she seems, she’s always been stubborn,” Jared muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. “It destroyed everything, including herself.”

What a sharp way to sum up my life.

“Tracy’s had it tough, hanging around without any real status. Finally, she’s gonna get what she deserves,” Yvonne said, sounding relieved.

“Yeah, I owe her big time. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her,” Jared replied, his voice laden with guilt.

Tears streamed down my face, uncontrollable. So, my years of sacrifice meant nothing to them. They only cared about the woman who’d wrecked my marriage, like she’d been “suffering silently” all these years.

Just then, I thought I heard a faint bell, like it was ringing far off in the distance. Exhaustion crashed over me, and I was spent and desperate for rest.

All of a sudden, a bright, blinding light sliced through the dark. Dazed, I forced my eyes open.

My mom’s scolding voice drifted in. “Victoria, still sleeping? Yvonne’s gonna be out of school soon.”

I shot to my feet and spun around. There, standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, was my mom–who’d been gone for years–gathering up the curtains. Outside, the sun blazed bright, and the garden was lush with green.

“Still half–asleep? Time to pick up Yvonne.” Mom walked over, playfully tapping my arm. “Were you up late reading romance novels again? I’ve told you not to mess up your sleep. I’m still waiting for you and Jared to give me another grandkid.”

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“Mom… The brightness faded, and there she was. I grabbed her hand, felt its warmth, and clung to it like it was my lifeline. “Is it really you? How’d you get here?”

Mom looked startled, pulling back slightly and touching my forehead. “Sweetie, did you have some crazy dream? You said you were bored and asked me to come stay for a few days. I took the car you sent–here I am.”

Her words clicked into place like a key turning in a lock. Just after Memorial Day in 2014, Mom had taken some time off, and I’d had the driver bring her from our hometown to Hachester, wanting her company. I wondered if I…

I panted, glancing around. This was the villa Jared had bought after we got married. It was 2014, and Yvonne was six, in her last year of kindergarten.

Jared was from Hachester, born into a family with their own business. As the eldest son, he’d been running the company pretty well–everyone always said I’d hit the jackpot marrying a guy who was this young, handsome, and successful.

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