Jared’s actions made me both furious and want tough at the same time, I fought back hard, but it only made him kiss me even more injamaly forced my mouth open, his kiss growing hotter and more demanding
His one hand locked around the back of my head, holding me in ce, while the other gripped my waist. His long legs trapped me firmly against the window, leaving me no room to escape.
I gave up resisting. Maybe my struggle was just making him enjoy it even more wentpletely still, letting him do whatever he wanted. Jared seemed to <b>slowly </be back to his senses, his eyes still burning with a hint of red.
But when he <b>saw </b>my nk, unresponsive face, a flicker of sisare finally <b>crossed </b>his features. He let go of me and stepped back, frustration and Self- reproach written all over him:
“I’m sorry, Victoria…I… Jared said, apologizing
I took a deep breath to steady myself, and then said, <b>“</b>Sign these documents. I’m leaving”
<b>Jared </b>kept stealing cautious nces at my face as he picked up the pen. He almost signed in the wrong spot. He quickly scribbled it out, and then finally. found the right ce to <b>sign </b>his name
“Victoria, about earlier,” he began
“No need to exin,” I cut him off, my expression turning cold. I grabbed the documents, pushed the door open, and then walked out.
Once I was out, I headed straight for the restroom. After washing away any trace of him, I looked at myself in the mirror.
Lately, I’d started to treat myself better. There was a new light in my eyes, and I could feel <b>a </b>sense of hope and strength growing inside me.
There were only five months and <b>twenty </b>days left until my divorce from Jared was finalized.
I was counting down the days Jared had promised me the shares, and knowing him, he’d keep his word. Right now, my determination was for nothing
but the money
It turned out that when you stopped loving someone, even their touch became unbearable. There was a time when I longed for him, adored him like a lovesick fangirl, and just the warmth of his fingertips could set my heart on fire.
But now, when Jared <b>kisses </b>me, all I felt was revulsion.
Aher work that afternoon, I wanted to take my parents out for dinner, but they said they’d been out all <b>day </b>and just wanted to cook at home. So I headed straight to the supermarket, grabbed some ingredients<b>, </b>and hurried back home.
As I carried the groceries upstairs, my mom came over to help. I set my bag down, tied on an apron, and sent her out of the kitchen. “Mom, let me handle dinner tonight. Why don’t you and Dad go rx and watch some TV?”
My mom immediately gave me a worried look. “You’ve been working all day. <b>Why </b>don’t you take a break?”
“it’s fine, I haven’t cooked muchtely<b>. </b><b>I </b>want <b>to </b>see if I’ve still got it,” I said with a grin.
My dad <b>chuckled </b>from the side. “Let her do her thing. It’s been a while since I got to eat her food.”
My mom shot him <b>a </b>re. “Seriously? What kind of dad are <b>you</b>, making her do all the work?”
My dad immediately <b>shut </b>up<b>, </b><b>not </b>daring <b>to </b><b>say </b>another word. Watching my parents banter like that made me think back to when I was a kid<b>, </b>always seeing my <b>dad </b>get teased by my mom.
They’d bicker every day, but that was just how they had always been–living together in their own simple way for all these years. Sometimes people would say my dad was henpecked, like he wasn’t a real man.
But I never saw it that way. To the, he was just smart. He loved my mom enough to let her car the shots. That was mal widom, because fo he loved our family.
tremembered how, before I got married, my mom sat me down for a heart to heart. She told me that after tying the knot, I should at least try le Jared in check, not just let hint do whatever he wanted.
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