<b>Chapter </b>4
I looked back <b>at </b><b>Jared</b>. It had been <b>years </b><b>since </b>he’d cared about me<b>. </b>Honestly, I wanted tough. I knew he <b>wasn’t </b>worried about me–he <b>was </b>worried about how his <b>wife </b>would look.
“Got an issue?” I shot <b>back</b>, no more staying quiet.
<b>Jared </b>scowled, clearly pissed. But he didn’t argue–he’d tolerate anything until it threatened his precious bottom line.
“Nah. <b>Just </b>don’t stay out toote,” he replied, turning and heading upstairs.
Behind me, Mom was still fussing over Yvonne at the table, cooing “sweetie” while shoveling bites into her mouth.
I shook my head, feeling defeated. I wouldn’t stop anyone from taking care of Yvonne. But I couldn’t love her like a typical mom anymore.
I stepped outside, jingling my car keys. Jared had given me a silver Mercedes–Benz E–ss years ago, but the garage had better options. I usually drove the Bentley to pick up Yvonne from school, because it looked more impressive.
I fired up the engine, floored the gas, and drove into the dark night. I’d made ns with an old college friend, Melissa Jenkins, awyer who was single and had been hustling in the city for years.
Not long ago, she’d bought a new ce and asked me over to warm it up. But that day, Yvonne had gotten deathly sick- throwing up, diarrhea, the whole mess. I’d stayed up all night with her.
When Jared rolled in, he’d tore into me for taking Yvonne to the mall yground, iming that was where she had caught the virus.
To make up for missing Melissa’s housewarming, I’d asked Melissa out tonight.
She rushed over, briefcase in tow, her face registering total disbelief.
I held out a small blue box. “Missed your housewarming. This is my make–good.”
Melissa opened it and peeked inside—a gold bracelet gleamed back at her. “Oh my God, Victoria, you’re so awesome!” she squealed, quickly sping the bracelet on her wrist.
After a moment, she added, “But this is way too much. I can’t ept this.” She started to yank it off, though her eyes betrayed how much she loved it.
<b>I </b>caught her hand. “If we’re still friends, keep it.”
Tears glistened in Melissa’s eyes as she pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you, Victoria. I love it.”
After she pulled back, I pulled out two movie tickets. “Wanna go watch a movie with me?”
Melissa’s eyes widened, a yful smirk tugging at her lips. “Whoa, sudden ns? Did your husband and kid finally give you a day pass<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I don’t need their permission. I run my own life now,” I said with a confident smile. In my previous life, I’d lived a suppressed and gutless existence–always looking busy, but achieving nothing. I never even made time for myself.
“For real?” Melissa stared at me, her face a mix of shock and excitement. “Well, I love seeing you like this. It’s just like the old
you.”
1 nodded. “Me too.”
As we walked into the theater<b>, </b>Melissa <b>reached </b>out and brushed a hand <b>over </b>my back. I turned to look at her.
She raised her <b>hands</b><b>, </b>grinning. <b>“</b>Sorry. Your back looks amazing. I had to check it out. But seriously, when did you start dressing like this? You’re <b>usually </b>so buttoned up.”
<b>I </b>smiled, pressing my lips together. “Do I look good in this<b>?</b><b>” </b>
Melissa leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Half the guys here are about to trip over themselves<b>. </b>Your back <b>is </b><b>so </b>damn tempting.”
<b>I </b>almostughed out loud. Some things never changed–Melissa was still the same jokester she was back in the <b>day</b>.
“Let them <b>stare</b>.” I dropped my voice too, rambling. “Heard some big shot say—if you’re pretty, you gotta go out and let people look. Otherwise, it’s such a waste.<b>” </b>
Melissa teased, “Jared cool with that?” Her tone sounded like his mood was the be–all–end–all of my life.
I scoffed, “A guy who controls what his wife wears was a total loser.”
Melissa burst outughing, drawing weird looks from everyone around us. She quickly covered her mouth, ring at me. “<b>It’s </b>all your fault. Now I look like a total weirdo.”
I passed her a bucket of popcorn. “Here. Stuff it.”
I didn’t pay much attention to the movie, while Melissa ate it up–eyes wide, totally invested.
I leaned back in my seat, propping my chin on my hand. Finally, I had a moment to process this whole time–travel thing.
I was back to twenty–six–young enough to turn things around. And there was only one path for me: making something of myself.
Right now, I was a wealthy housewife with money, time, and looks. In my,previous life, I thought this was the ultimate goal for a woman, and I was totally satisfied, never pushing myself further.
Every day, I’d focus on taking care of my daughter and dream about giving Jared a son who’d be just as sessful and charming as him. I clung to the fantasy of relying on my husband when young and my son when old.
But ever since Tracy showed up, Jared and I barely had any intimacy–hardly a handful of times the entire year.
<b>Yet</b><b>, </b>I was young and had strong physical needs. Every month during ovtion, I’d silently beg for him toe home, feeling like a desperate, starving animal.
When he dide home, he’d nce right past my sexy outfits, head to his study, and stay there till midnight. Then he’d crash in the guest room.
I’d tossed and turned in bed, dying to burst into his bedroom.
Jared had been a gentle, refined man with a low sex drive. But when we did have sex, it wouldst around an hour.
He’d given me just enough to keep me hoping. However, the less we did it, the more intense my desire became. When it got unbearable, I’d take care of myself, only to feel even more empty.
“Victoria, your phone’s ringing.” Melissa’s voice pulled me out of the haze.
I nced at the buzzing phone–it was Jared. I tossed it back into my bag and said casually, “I don’t want to be interrupted during the movie.”
Melissa’s eyes bugged, and she reminded me again, “Victoria, that’s Jared.”
I propped my chin on my hand, my <b>eyes </b>on the screen. “I know. Not answering.”
<b>Melissa’s </b><b>jaw </b>dropped. She stared at me, looking me up and down like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
It made <b>sense </b>she was <b>so </b>shocked. In my previous life, I’d treated Jared’s calls like royalmands. Miss one, and I’d feel like a traitor. But after all the mind games and lonely nights, I was done with his mands” for good.
The phone rang for a bit, then went quiet. Soon after, a text came through. Jared said Yvonne had a stomachache and needed to go to the hospital<b>, </b>asking when I coulde back.