Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Jared came in while I was showering. By the time I stepped out in my pajamas, he was already sitting on his side of the bed in his pajamas, flipping through a book. The soft rustle of pages was the only sound breaking the silence.

I sat down at the vanity and began my skincare routine, taking my time. I glanced over the desk, mentally noting what I needed to pick up the next day.

After about ten minutes, Jared called from the bed, “You ready?”

I finished slathering on moisturizer, then walked over and climbed into bed.

Jared set his book aside, turned off the overhead light, and left on the little lamp by the bed. The soft, dim light created an intimate, almost sensual atmosphere.

One of his hands reached over, resting on my chest. Then, in his usual polite, graceful way, he asked, “This okay?”

I’d been waiting for this. I met his gaze, my expression serious. “I’m beat today. Maybe next time.”

His hand froze. After what felt like forever, he pulled it back. “Sure.”

Funny enough, despite the tension, I fell asleep quickly. No crazy, jumbled thoughts—just a deep, solid sleep. My alarm woke me up the next morning.

Jared was already gone. I shook off the sleepiness, got dressed, and headed out. Right by the door, I heard Yvonne whining, “Dad, drive me to school. I don’t want her to take me. I’m still mad at her.”

Jared sighed, “Yvonne, she’s your mom.”

“But she hit me! What kind of mom does that to her kid?” Yvonne shot back, sharp as ever.

“She did it to teach you a lesson,” Jared said. “She didn’t mean it. It hurt her, too.”

“Hmph, I don’t care. You have to drive me, Dad,” Yvonne insisted, digging her heels in.

Jared had always been a pushover with her and could never say no. So he gave in, saying, “Okay, come with me.”

Yvonne grabbed her backpack and trotted after him down the stairs.

I hid by the door, listening until I heard them head downstairs. Then I decided to stay put. They grabbed breakfast to eat in the car, and only then did I come down.

I watched their car drive away, thinking to myself, ‘Good. Those two can stick together. Just stay out of my way!

I had two things to do today: hire two solid servants to handle the house, and find a detective to snap pics of Jared and Tracy cheating–I needed solid proof for the divorce, especially when we split our assets.

In my first life, I never cared much about money. I always had a few million in my bank account, but I never bought luxury items or treated myself—I just played the perfect housewife, saving every penny like it was my full–time job.

But now, I realized I needed to hold onto that cash. The more, the better.

Mom came with me to the agency. We interviewed three rounds of candidates before selecting two servants we liked. That afternoon, I took Mom downtown shopping and went all out buying her things. She looked completely overwhelmed.

On the drive home, she wouldn’t let up. “Victoria, Jared’s money isn’t free. How could you spend like that? Twenty grand on

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a scarf? Is it woven with gold? That’s crazy.”

Just enjoy it. Consider it as my precious love for you,” I said softly, my chest tight. She’d always been such an amazing. loving mom. In my first life, she hadn’t lived much longer. Now, I wanted her to have it all.

“This isn’t right,” she argued. “I know you’ve got money, and you’re sweet to think of me. But I’m old. I don’t need fancy things.

“Put your energy into Jared and Yvonne. Make your marriage work. Have a healthy baby boy soon, and that’s the best gift you could give me.”

In my previous life, I’d tried everything, downing herbal medicines and seeing countless doctors, desperate to get pregnant quickly. But Jared barely paid any attention to me. So, I never had another kid, not even as I got older.

In this life, no way I was having a son for him. I turned to Mom, my voice flat. “I already have Yvonne. That proves I can have kids.”

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