Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Melissa was way more panicked than I was. She gripped my hand, terrified I’d make a scene. After all, Jared was a big–shot executive. She probably figured if we caused a public embarrassment, I’d end up regretting it.

“Victoria, I’m so sorry. I–I had no clue…” Melissa stammered, worried I might do something crazy.

I patted her hand gently and whispered, “It’s fine. Where’s our table? Let’s go sit.”

Melissa’s eyes went wide in disbelief–my calm must’ve thrown her off. “Victoria…” she started, then trailed off.

I gave a cool smile. “I know that woman. She’s Jared’s assistant, Tracy. No big deal.”

Melissa peeked over quickly, let out a breath, and led me to our table.

Maybe my dress–part innocent, part sexy–was too eye–catching, but Jared spotted me right away. And plenty of guys around us couldn’t help but look up at me, too.

“Mom!” Yvonne suddenly stood up and called out.

I turned and waved, but she didn’t budge. Instead, she glanced right at Tracy beside her.

Tracy looked over at me. Then she reached out, brushing Yvonne’s hair gently, and whispered something in her ear. But Yvonne just hung back, not moving.

Jared stood

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up, took Yvonne’s small hand, and walked her over. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his eyes sweeping over

Melissa perked up, smiling brightly. “Mr. Holcomb, I invited Victoria to dinner.”

Jared nodded politely at her and then nudged Yvonne. “Say hello.”

Yvonne mumbled reluctantly, “Hi, Melissa.”

“What?” Melissa’s jaw dropped.

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I sipped my coffee, letting out a bitter laugh. “If a guy’s that clueless, trying to control him is just a total waste of time. Now that he wants to fool around out there, let him.”

“Are you really okay?” Melissa asked, her voice filled with concern.

“Nope. I’m just finally seeing things. All these years, I’ve been focused on Jared and Yvonne. It was exhausting, and I never even got a thank–you,” I said calmly.

Melissa’s eyes instantly welled up, and she felt even more sorry for me, as if I was forcing myself to hold back my hurt, putting on a brave front.

I picked up my wine glass and held it out to her. “Don’t look at me like that. Let’s celebrate. New chapter, remember? Wish me a good future–young, pretty, healthy, and free.”