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.

Plus, she takes care of the house without creating drama, exactly

to reality, I trailed behind Jared and

dinner ready for them, ladling out soup

as sweet to Mom as

you have a daughter this mean? Can you

respond, I shot back coldly, “If

sounded pretty scary. Yvonne flinched and

your deal today? Why do you keep picking on Yvonne? She’s your

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

1/3

“Jared, Victoria’s just fired

her plate away.

up. “I’ll take ‘em,

absence of my maternal warmth and just shook

helped Yvonne

about hiring two live–in servants to help take

but didn’t push back. “You

servant, Mom? Don’t you want to take care

tired and need a break. Plus, I want to take

in school.

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

me to and from school,” Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d been shooting me death glares, but that attitude disappeared the instant she heard I

my leg. “Mom, even though you scolded

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