Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Yvonne’s eyes went wide. “Mom, you look so pretty today. Why didn’t you wear stuff like this before?”

“From now on, I will,” I said, grabbing my bag and taking her downstairs.

Jared was by the door on a call, his face as calm as ever. While talking, he glanced up at me on the stairs–his gaze paused for a moment, as if caught off guard.

Wendy had laid out a big breakfast, and now she was helping feed Yvonne.

I sat at the table and ate slowly, lost in thought. In my previous life, I’d wake up at 6:30 and spend an hour cooking breakfast. After wolfing down my meal, I’d drop Yvonne off at school wearing comfy, worn–out clothes.

I thought I’d touched everyone’s hearts–turns out, I’d only impressed myself. We were loaded, and hiring two helpers was pocket change. But back then, I just couldn’t stop giving.

Jared finished his call, walked over, and sat next to me. “There’s an executive lunch at noon. Wanna come?”

I shook my head right away. “I’ve got plans.”

Jared turned to me, his eyes sharp. “What plans? Eat with someone again?”

“Nah, I’ve got a lesson with a teacher,” I said flatly.

“What lesson?” Jared sounded taken aback.

Yvonne slurped her gruel, piping up, “Mom, didn’t you always bug Dad to let you visit his office? This is your chance, so why not go?”

Her words hit me hard–why was I being so stubborn? Jared rarely ever invited me to work events. And avoiding Tracy wasn’t like me at all. I switched gears. “Okay. Where’s the lunch? I’ll make it.”

Jared frowned. “You just said you had a lesson. You didn’t even check with me first.”

I let out a small laugh. “I never checked with you about anything, remember?”

Jared looked anything but pleased, as if he thought I was being an irrational, dramatic wife.

I said, “The house’s fine with the servants. I want to take dancing and violin again. I hired an Englysian tutor, too. And soon I’m getting a job.”

Jared tossed his fork onto the table and stood up. “No way.”

My face stiffened; I didn’t say a word, but the look said it all.

He pulled a card out of his pocket and dropped it on the table. “Spare card. Use it.”

I stared at the card, a small laugh slipping out. No doubt my defiance had gotten under his skin.

He’d told his friends I was low–maintenance and family–focused–the kind of wife who’d stay home without complaining,

but could also shine when we went out.

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