Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

He could pay “sorry–about–your–twenties” money without blinking. The only reason I was still wearing the ring? I’d given him a daughter.

Jared doesn’t burn bridges; it’s not in his wiring. Maybe that was what I’d gambled on in my previous life–his residual decency. He’s polished, charismatic, and as long as he isn’t cruel, I’d bet he wouldn’t divorce me.

I don’t hate him. I hate myself. Nothing murders love like indecision, and I’d turned hesitation into a goddamn masterpiece. I’d dragged him–worse, I’d dragged myself. “Heavy” doesn’t scratch the surface.

I was the one who refused to let go of him or of the ghost I’d become. Every mistake traced back to my death–grip on a fantasy. But no more. Time to set a new target: become a high–powered, over–educated force of nature.

My careless shrug landed like a blade between his ribs. “Let the dice roll” meant “I don’t care. You can love me or hate me, do whatever you want.”

Jared was sharp. He’d get the message. I knew he would.

Silence crashed down inside the car, thick as a Midwestern snowstorm. My pulse started tap–dancing against my ribs. Am I already wobbling off the path I just drew for myself?

Melissa’s plan echoed in my head: reel him back in, milk the sympathy, then hit him with divorce papers at the exact emotional peak and walk away loaded. Yet here I was, letting my mouth run in the opposite direction.

Would Jared actually sniff out my real agenda and just… calmly serve me papers with a polite alimony check? Fine. Earth keeps spinning without him.

Nathan’s eyes from this morning flashed across my mind. A single girl’s high–quality rebound shouldn’t count as fickle, right?

We pulled up to the restaurant. I figured Jared would bail on me the second the engine died. I swung the door open, and a kid on a bike shot past.

Before I could flinch, a big hand snagged my waist and yanked me backward. “Watch it,” Jared snapped, voice low against my

ear.

I blinked, realizing I was plastered against his chest. He looked down, scolding. “Daydreaming again?”

My heart kicked–not from the rescue, but because my brain had just fast–forwarded to Nathan, shirt half–unbuttoned against a hotel headboard. Heat crawled up my neck.

Jared’s gaze lingered on my flushed cheeks for two long seconds before he let go.

I took two steps and let my ankle roll. “Ow-“I hissed, catching the wall. My cheeks flamed; beads of sweat dotted my forehead.

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