The Housewife's Return To Her Alluring Prime - Chapter 67: Chapter 67
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Seeing me trying to dodge him, Jared cupped my face with both hands and kissed me even deeper and more intensely.
"Jared, are you crazy?" I thought he was acting like a dog in heat today, not caring about where we were at all.
Back then, if the environment wasn't just right, or if there wasn't a big bed, he'd never be in the mood to make love.
He wouldn't even be interested unless I took off every last piece of clothing.
Men's words were nothing but sweet lies.
"I'm not crazy," he said in a hoarse voice. "I didn't even drink today, and I'm not drunk."
I pushed him away with both hands, my voice annoyed. "This is a garage. Can you show me some respect?"
"Victoria, sometimes, a change of scenery can really change the mood." Jared's voice was calm, but his actions didn't slow down at all.
Seeing I was still resisting, he half-carried, half-dragged me to the back seat. With those long legs and arms of his, it wasn't easy for him to maneuver, but when a guy was in the mood, there was just no stopping him.
"No," I protested, still struggling at the last second. "We don't have any protection."
But Jared just kissed me even harder, his lips rough and deep. "Aren't we trying to pray for a baby anyway?"
My eyes went wide in disbelief. This bastard actually wanted a son.
While I was still stunned, Jared entered me.
All my strength slowly drained away, my body completely out of control. Thinking about the 100 thousand dollars Jared gave Aiden, I thought, 'Whatever. It's just the usual sex. I'm also enjoying it.'
Jared was really fired up today, switching things up and going at it twice before finally turning in his homework.
He was in a much better mood afterward. Seeing me still sprawled out, he laughed and teased, "What's wrong? Did I wear you out?"
That was when I finally managed to sit up, fixed my clothes, and went to open the garage door.
Just then, a few female staffers with files in their arms spotted us.
They didn't catch the whole scene. They just got spooked and bolted. All they probably saw was me and, behind me, Jared's long legs sticking out, his face still hidden.
I kept my face stiff as we got into the elevator, not daring to look at Jared.
When we got to the first floor, I was about to walk off when Jared grabbed my wrist and asked, "Where are you off to now?"
"Getting the morning-after pill." I tossed over my shoulder, striding out.
I had no idea what kind of look Jared had on his face, but one thing was certain. There was no way I was letting myself get pregnant again.
By the time I got back from the pharmacy, rumors about what happened in the garage were already quietly making the rounds at the office.
I was just bored, so I purposely hung out in a less crowded restroom, waiting to hear what kind of gossip people were spreading about me.
Sitting on the toilet lid, I watched as my phone's last bit of battery finally died right in front of me.
'Ugh, how annoying,' I wondered. I was hoping to kill some time scrolling on my phone, but I guessed I would have to go charge it first.
I reached out to push the door open. Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels coming in, and it sounded like there was more than one person.
Then I heard a woman's voice say, "Ms. Darwin, that gossip going around has to be fake, right? It was just the garage door opening, but people are acting like their marriage is some kind of perfect fairy tale."
Tracy replied coolly, "I don't care what they say. It doesn't affect me. Jared's partnership with my dad has just started, and all I want is for our families' businesses to work more closely together as soon as possible."
"Ms. Darwin, do you love him?" the other woman asked curiously. "He is a married man, after all."
Tracy smiled. "To me, he's still the same Jared I knew all those years ago. Whether he's married or has kids, none of that matters to me."
"But I heard Mrs. Holcomb is pretty wild. Don't let things get out of hand," the woman said in a hushed voice.
Tracy scoffed, "I don't even take her seriously. She's just some girl from a small town. No matter how wildly she acts, she's nothing but a sideshow clown.
"A clown might amuse people for a while, but never for a lifetime. Jared's still young. He's got his whole life ahead of him."
Tracy's offhand tone was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart, making it race uncontrollably.
Honestly, I was still Jared's legal wife, but in Tracy's eyes, I wasn't even worth considering as competition. She was unbelievably full of herself.
"Exactly. All she's got is her looks. What does she know about business? I bet she doesn't even have a clue how much money Mr. Holcomb really has.
"She probably just takes whatever cash he gives her and lives the easy life," the other woman said, trying to stifle a laugh, her voice low.
"Just pretend she doesn't exist. I don't want her messing up my image in front of everyone," Tracy said, probably finishing up her makeup.
Then she added, "Let's push the meeting back another half hour. My dad's people are still stuck in traffic."
"Okay," the other woman replied, and then I heard the sound of their high heels clicking away.
I still stood in the stall, my arm frozen mid-push on the door. I waited a minute before finally stepping out. That was when I spotted a heart drawn in lipstick on the mirror, no clue who left that behind.
My anger instantly ignited. As I stared at that lipstick heart, my calm was shattered, like a storm suddenly hit my heart. Tracy looked down on me like I was nothing.
I wondered, 'She's so damn full of herself, just like in my previous life. Back then, as the mistress, she was always elegant and aloof, always acting like Jared's wife.
'In the end, I, the former wife, got called all sorts of names like unqualified, a washed-up old hag, clueless, and not knowing when to step aside.'
Tracy, always dressed to the nines, would openly show up with Jared, making waves in the business world together.
The rumors just got more and more ridiculous. People would come to me and say that half the money I spent was thanks to Tracy, and that I should just learn to turn a blind eye.
I stared at the woman in the mirror, the one who just wouldn't back down. In those bright eyes, I could see ambition and unwillingness blazing to life.
I clenched my fists hard. Even if I was dead set on getting a divorce, I was still going to leave a scar on Tracy's heart that she would never forget.
'She acts like I don't even exist, like I'm just thin air, huh?' I thought. 'Well, if the air turns toxic, let's see how long she can breathe easily.'
I grabbed my lipstick and slashed a big X right over that heart, not holding back at all. Challenge accepted.
But then again, I couldn't help but wonder if I was being too impulsive with all this.
My original goal was simple. I would divorce Jared, take the money, and leave the kid behind.
I didn't understand why everything was getting more and more complicated now.
I hadn't even managed to gather any evidence for the divorce, and Jared, who used to fool around all the time, was suddenly getting clingy.
Yvonne was still as rebellious as ever, acting like I didn't matter, but I was gradually cutting her off emotionally. At least this way, she wouldn't be able to hurt me so easily.
Maybe the smartest move right now, just like Melissa suggested, was to stir up Jared's feelings first, really turn his heart upside down, and then wait for the perfect chance to ask for a divorce.
Since I was going to take his money, I'd make sure it was a big payout before I walked away for good.
I went back to the office, my mind still a mess. I plugged my phone in to charge, and work calls just kept coming nonstop.
By the time it got dark, Jared let me know he'd be meeting with some people sent over from the Darwin family tonight, and told me to go home early and spend time with Yvonne.
I watched as Tracy swapped her gray business suit for a cream-colored long dress. With her perfect makeup and those sharp, ambitious eyes, she looked every bit like she was Jared's wife here.
She did all this without sparing a single thought for my feelings. She just breezed right past me, totally unfazed, then told a few people to bring along some documents, saying they'd need them for the dinner.
Watching her, I realized her every move was a silent slap in the face to me, the legal wife.
"Jared, are you crazy?" I thought he was acting like a dog in heat today, not caring about where we were at all.
Back then, if the environment wasn't just right, or if there wasn't a big bed, he'd never be in the mood to make love.
He wouldn't even be interested unless I took off every last piece of clothing.
Men's words were nothing but sweet lies.
"I'm not crazy," he said in a hoarse voice. "I didn't even drink today, and I'm not drunk."
I pushed him away with both hands, my voice annoyed. "This is a garage. Can you show me some respect?"
"Victoria, sometimes, a change of scenery can really change the mood." Jared's voice was calm, but his actions didn't slow down at all.
Seeing I was still resisting, he half-carried, half-dragged me to the back seat. With those long legs and arms of his, it wasn't easy for him to maneuver, but when a guy was in the mood, there was just no stopping him.
"No," I protested, still struggling at the last second. "We don't have any protection."
But Jared just kissed me even harder, his lips rough and deep. "Aren't we trying to pray for a baby anyway?"
My eyes went wide in disbelief. This bastard actually wanted a son.
While I was still stunned, Jared entered me.
All my strength slowly drained away, my body completely out of control. Thinking about the 100 thousand dollars Jared gave Aiden, I thought, 'Whatever. It's just the usual sex. I'm also enjoying it.'
Jared was really fired up today, switching things up and going at it twice before finally turning in his homework.
He was in a much better mood afterward. Seeing me still sprawled out, he laughed and teased, "What's wrong? Did I wear you out?"
That was when I finally managed to sit up, fixed my clothes, and went to open the garage door.
Just then, a few female staffers with files in their arms spotted us.
They didn't catch the whole scene. They just got spooked and bolted. All they probably saw was me and, behind me, Jared's long legs sticking out, his face still hidden.
I kept my face stiff as we got into the elevator, not daring to look at Jared.
When we got to the first floor, I was about to walk off when Jared grabbed my wrist and asked, "Where are you off to now?"
"Getting the morning-after pill." I tossed over my shoulder, striding out.
I had no idea what kind of look Jared had on his face, but one thing was certain. There was no way I was letting myself get pregnant again.
By the time I got back from the pharmacy, rumors about what happened in the garage were already quietly making the rounds at the office.
I was just bored, so I purposely hung out in a less crowded restroom, waiting to hear what kind of gossip people were spreading about me.
Sitting on the toilet lid, I watched as my phone's last bit of battery finally died right in front of me.
'Ugh, how annoying,' I wondered. I was hoping to kill some time scrolling on my phone, but I guessed I would have to go charge it first.
I reached out to push the door open. Suddenly, I heard the sound of high heels coming in, and it sounded like there was more than one person.
Then I heard a woman's voice say, "Ms. Darwin, that gossip going around has to be fake, right? It was just the garage door opening, but people are acting like their marriage is some kind of perfect fairy tale."
Tracy replied coolly, "I don't care what they say. It doesn't affect me. Jared's partnership with my dad has just started, and all I want is for our families' businesses to work more closely together as soon as possible."
"Ms. Darwin, do you love him?" the other woman asked curiously. "He is a married man, after all."
Tracy smiled. "To me, he's still the same Jared I knew all those years ago. Whether he's married or has kids, none of that matters to me."
"But I heard Mrs. Holcomb is pretty wild. Don't let things get out of hand," the woman said in a hushed voice.
Tracy scoffed, "I don't even take her seriously. She's just some girl from a small town. No matter how wildly she acts, she's nothing but a sideshow clown.
"A clown might amuse people for a while, but never for a lifetime. Jared's still young. He's got his whole life ahead of him."
Tracy's offhand tone was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my heart, making it race uncontrollably.
Honestly, I was still Jared's legal wife, but in Tracy's eyes, I wasn't even worth considering as competition. She was unbelievably full of herself.
"Exactly. All she's got is her looks. What does she know about business? I bet she doesn't even have a clue how much money Mr. Holcomb really has.
"She probably just takes whatever cash he gives her and lives the easy life," the other woman said, trying to stifle a laugh, her voice low.
"Just pretend she doesn't exist. I don't want her messing up my image in front of everyone," Tracy said, probably finishing up her makeup.
Then she added, "Let's push the meeting back another half hour. My dad's people are still stuck in traffic."
"Okay," the other woman replied, and then I heard the sound of their high heels clicking away.
I still stood in the stall, my arm frozen mid-push on the door. I waited a minute before finally stepping out. That was when I spotted a heart drawn in lipstick on the mirror, no clue who left that behind.
My anger instantly ignited. As I stared at that lipstick heart, my calm was shattered, like a storm suddenly hit my heart. Tracy looked down on me like I was nothing.
I wondered, 'She's so damn full of herself, just like in my previous life. Back then, as the mistress, she was always elegant and aloof, always acting like Jared's wife.
'In the end, I, the former wife, got called all sorts of names like unqualified, a washed-up old hag, clueless, and not knowing when to step aside.'
Tracy, always dressed to the nines, would openly show up with Jared, making waves in the business world together.
The rumors just got more and more ridiculous. People would come to me and say that half the money I spent was thanks to Tracy, and that I should just learn to turn a blind eye.
I stared at the woman in the mirror, the one who just wouldn't back down. In those bright eyes, I could see ambition and unwillingness blazing to life.
I clenched my fists hard. Even if I was dead set on getting a divorce, I was still going to leave a scar on Tracy's heart that she would never forget.
'She acts like I don't even exist, like I'm just thin air, huh?' I thought. 'Well, if the air turns toxic, let's see how long she can breathe easily.'
I grabbed my lipstick and slashed a big X right over that heart, not holding back at all. Challenge accepted.
But then again, I couldn't help but wonder if I was being too impulsive with all this.
My original goal was simple. I would divorce Jared, take the money, and leave the kid behind.
I didn't understand why everything was getting more and more complicated now.
I hadn't even managed to gather any evidence for the divorce, and Jared, who used to fool around all the time, was suddenly getting clingy.
Yvonne was still as rebellious as ever, acting like I didn't matter, but I was gradually cutting her off emotionally. At least this way, she wouldn't be able to hurt me so easily.
Maybe the smartest move right now, just like Melissa suggested, was to stir up Jared's feelings first, really turn his heart upside down, and then wait for the perfect chance to ask for a divorce.
Since I was going to take his money, I'd make sure it was a big payout before I walked away for good.
I went back to the office, my mind still a mess. I plugged my phone in to charge, and work calls just kept coming nonstop.
By the time it got dark, Jared let me know he'd be meeting with some people sent over from the Darwin family tonight, and told me to go home early and spend time with Yvonne.
I watched as Tracy swapped her gray business suit for a cream-colored long dress. With her perfect makeup and those sharp, ambitious eyes, she looked every bit like she was Jared's wife here.
She did all this without sparing a single thought for my feelings. She just breezed right past me, totally unfazed, then told a few people to bring along some documents, saying they'd need them for the dinner.
Watching her, I realized her every move was a silent slap in the face to me, the legal wife.
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