After being reborn, I make up my mind to stop chasing after my husband and daughter

Chapter 3

Jared seemed uncomfortable with my outfit. He probably thought my clothes were totally inappropriate–no decent woman would wear something so revealing and sexy.

“Honey, Yvonne just said she wants Tracy to be her mom. Who’s this Tracy?” I asked, feigning curiosity as I stepped up to

him.

Jared glanced down at Yvonne, his face tight. “She’s just rambling,” he told me. “Don’t take it seriously. Let’s go downstairs

and eat.”

This was unexpected. Jared was actually trying to cover things up.

I remembered how I discovered Tracy in my previous life–totally by chance when I ran into him at a private room, drinking and chatting with his friends.

I’d been excited, ready to pop in and say hi. But right outside the door, I overheard a man asking Jared when he planned to divorce me and give Tracy an official status.

Jared had said he wasn’t considering divorce because of Yvonne.

The guy pressed, “So you’re just gonna string Tracy along? C’mon, you’ve lost all love in your marriage anyway. Divorce seems like a good option.”

Jared took a drag, crushed his cigarette out, and said, “Victoria’s not my dream wife, but she’s the kid’s mom. As long as she stays in line and learns to live with Tracy, I won’t leave her.”

Back then, I just froze outside that door.

Never in a million years would I have guessed my husband could brush me off that easily–just the kid’s mom, not his wife. He was only keeping me around out of pity because I’d given him a child, not because he saw me as his wife.

good when we’re out. Plus, she takes care of the house without creating drama, exactly the

trailed behind

ladling out soup she’d been simmering

as sweet to Mom as he’d

pouting, “how’d you have a daughter

the top of the stairs. Without waiting for Mom to respond, I shot back coldly, “If people could return

pretty scary. Yvonne flinched and scrambled to

shot me a disapproving look. “Victoria, what’s your deal today? Why do you keep picking on Yvonne? She’s your daughter–the one you carried

soup bowl, and took a bite. “She started it. And for your info, I’m my

1/3

fired up. Don’t take it hard.

her plate away.

snagged it right up. “I’ll take ‘em, Mom.

my maternal warmth and just shook her head

helped Yvonne

I was stuffed, I turned to him. “I’m thinking about hiring two live–in servants

but didn’t push back. “You handle the house

blinked, looking innocent. “Aren’t you my servant, Mom? Don’t you want to

break. Plus, I want to take a short trip. Staying

Jared frowned. “Yvonne’s in school. Where are

held out my hand, glancing at my smooth nails. “Chill out. It’s not far–just a quick

Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d been shooting me death glares, but that attitude disappeared the instant she

even though you scolded me earlier, I’m not mad.