Chapter 13 The scene in those photos looked warm and cozy , but to me , it was nothing short of humiliating . I knew exactly why that woman had posted them - I'd blown off the event she organized , and now she was getting revenge by exposing my messed - up family situation and making me look like a total joke . What a low blow . I didn't let her get away with it . As soon as I saw those photos , I called her . " Victoria ? " she answered , sounding all smiley . " Delete those photos from your Twitter , " I said , my voice cold . Her smile vanished from her tone , and her voice oozed with fake innocence . " What ? I was just sharing some cute pictures of the kids baking cakes together . " " But your little feel - good moment doesn't give you the right to mess with someone's marriage . I know your husband does business with the Holcombs . Jared might be easy - going , but if he catches wind of these photos … " I trailed off . " I'll delete them right now . " She caved fast . But before hanging up , she snickered , " Heard Mr. Holcomb chatting about kids- sounds like he wants a son . And his assistant gets along well with your daughter . Be real , Victoria - doesn't that scare you ? " I let out a cold laugh . " If you think your marriage is too perfect , go ahead and check your husband's phone . Bet you'd find some interesting stuff ." She hung up with a sharp click . From what I'd seen , rich guys were always restless . Their wives all knew the deal , and not one of them got to have the last laugh . But me ? I didn't love Jared anymore . Nothing he did could hurt me now . I took a shower , did my skincare , then did a few quick bed exercises to stay toned before finally falling asleep . That night , Jared didn't bring Yvonne home again . The next morning , I was eating breakfast when Sally , my mother - in - law , walked in . She was in her fifties , a little plump , with that obvious money vibe . Her hair was a bold burgundy color , way trendier than mine . " Hi , Sally ," I said , standing up to greet her . She shot me a glare . " What's your problem ? Yvonne says you hit her lately . And you didn't even pick her up from school . How can you be so mean to your kid ? " A cold sweat broke out as I suddenly remembered how sneaky Yvonne was . She'd go around spreading rumors , getting everyone to call me out . And Sally was her most powerful ally . Faced with Sally's scolding , I couldn't argue . It was true , after all . I smiled and explained , " Yvonne's six now - she's a big girl . I just want her to learn to be independent . It's not as serious as you thought . How could I not love her ? " Sally frowned , " She's way too little for that ' independent ' stuff . She needs your love more than anything . And listen , girls are sensitive about their appearance . You can't keep hitting her - what if you leave a mark ? She's the only granddaughter in the Holcomb family ." Yvonne wasn't a boy , but she looked and acted so much like Jared . So , Sally had always spoiled her . " Okay , I'll keep that in mind ," I said . I didn't want to pick a fight with anyone , not before I got my fair share of the divorce 1/2 settlement . Sally plopped down on the couch . I made her a cup of coffee myself . Since she was here , I might as well bring up what was on my mind . " I want to get a job , " I said straightforwardly . Sally froze mid - sip . " You've been a housewife for six years . What do you think you can do ? " A sharp pain stabbed my heart . But fortunately , it was only six years . If it had been sixty , I would have completely wasted my entire life .