Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14

“I don’t want to get left behind. Things change fast these days, and women have real opportunities. I’m not interested in being a kept woman in the Holcomb family,” I said firmly, letting just a hint of vulnerability show in my eyes.

Sally stared at me, her eyes wide. After a long pause, she said, “So you’re not gonna give our Holcomb family a boy?”

I knew I couldn’t dodge the whole “having a son” talk. But since she’d brought it up, I figured I’d link work and pregnancy in

my answer.

“I can work and still try to get pregnant,” I smiled. “It’s been six years, and nothing’s happened. Maybe being cooped up at home has been weighing me down. Getting a job might lift my mood, and who knows? Maybe that’ll help things happen faster.”

Sally’s face soured. “I wanted you to relax at home, living the easy life as a rich man’s wife. But you got all stir–crazy from boredom. Guess luxury just isn’t your thing.”

“Since I’m not pregnant anyway, let me try working for a bit, huh? Just test the waters,” I said, quickly moving over to rub her shoulders. I knew

Sally was easy to sway. Show her some respect, and she’d ease up. And since all she really cared about was getting a grandson, she’d go along with anything that might help.

She sipped her coffee, nodded, and said, “Fine. Talk to Jared about it. If he’s on board, sure. But one thing–you two really need to hurry up. He’ll be turning thirty next year.”

“Got it.” I nodded along, but inside I was stone–cold calm. Having a son was never going to happen. Divorce was my next

move.

Sally had her social life and didn’t really bother much with me. After a short chat, she got up and left.

I went studying like usual. Around noon, Yvonne called. “Mom, where are you? Can you come pick me up? Daddy’s office is so boring–I hate it here.” She dragged the words out, whiny.

“I wanna eat with you,” Yvonne said, switching to her cute, begging tone like she always did. “Please, come get me.”

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Just then, Jared’s voice came over the line. “I’m flying to Shaville for work this afternoon. You need to pick Yvonne up.”

I had to head to his office. When I pulled up, the father–daughter pair was already waiting in the lobby downstairs.

Jared was in a black suit, looking sharp as ever. Yvonne was bouncing around him, all dolled up in a princess dress with a little backpack. The whole scene felt quite warm.

I got out of my Mercedes–Benz, and the second Jared saw what I was wearing, his eyes narrowed.