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.

“She’s good–looking, which makes me look good when we’re out. Plus, she takes care of the house without creating

back to reality, I trailed behind Jared and Yvonne as they headed

was getting dinner ready for them, ladling out soup

to Mom as he’d always

you have a daughter this mean? Can you

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

sounded pretty scary. Yvonne flinched

look. “Victoria, what’s your deal today? Why do you keep picking on Yvonne? She’s your

info, I’m my mom’s perfect girl. But your daughter told my mom

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Victoria’s just fired

pushed her plate away.

up. “I’ll

maternal warmth and just shook her

helped Yvonne

to him. “I’m thinking about hiring two live–in servants

push back. “You handle

servants?” Yvonne blinked, looking innocent. “Aren’t you my servant, Mom? Don’t you want to take care of me

nodded. “I’m tired and need a break. Plus, I want to take a short

Jared frowned. “Yvonne’s in

my smooth nails. “Chill out. It’s not

her to drive me to and from school,” Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d been shooting me death glares, but that attitude

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

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