Chapter 4

I looked back at Jared. It had been years since he’d cared about me. Honestly, I wanted to laugh. I knew he wasn’t worried about me–he was worried about how his wife would look.

“Got an issue?” I shot back, no more staying quiet.

Jared scowled, clearly pissed. But he didn’t argue–he’d tolerate anything until it threatened his precious bottom line.

“Nah. Just don’t stay out too late,” he replied, turning and heading upstairs.

Behind me, Mom was still fussing over Yvonne at the table, cooing “sweetie” while shoveling bites into her mouth.

I shook my head, feeling defeated. I wouldn’t stop anyone from taking care of Yvonne. But I couldn’t love her like a typical mom anymore.

I stepped outside, jingling my car keys. Jared had given me a silver Mercedes–Benz E–Class years ago, but the garage had better options. I usually drove the Bentley to pick up Yvonne from school, because it looked more impressive.

I fired up the engine, floored the gas, and drove into the dark night. I’d made plans with an old college friend, Melissa Jenkins, a lawyer who was single and had been hustling in the city for years.

Not long ago, she’d bought a new place and asked me over to warm it up. But that day, Yvonne had gotten deathly sick- throwing up, diarrhea, the whole mess. I’d stayed up all night with her.

When Jared rolled in, he’d tore into me for taking Yvonne to the mall playground, claiming that was where she had caught the virus.

To make up for missing Melissa’s housewarming, I’d asked Melissa out tonight.

She rushed over, briefcase in tow, her face registering total disbelief.

I held out a small blue box. “Missed your housewarming. This is my make–good.”

peeked inside—a gold bracelet gleamed back at her. “Oh my God, Victoria, you’re so

“But this is way too much. I can’t accept this.” She started to yank it off, though

hand. “If we’re still friends,

glistened in Melissa’s eyes as she pulled me into a tight hug.

pulled back, I pulled out two movie tickets. “Wanna

widened, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Whoa, sudden plans?

run my own life now,” I said with a confident smile. In my previous life, I’d lived a suppressed and gutless existence–always looking

mix of shock and excitement. “Well, I

you.”

1 nodded. “Me too.”

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and brushed a hand over

looks amazing. I had to check it out. But seriously, when

smiled, pressing my lips together.

leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Half the guys here are about to

laughed out loud. Some things never changed–Melissa was still the same jokester she was back in the

rambling. “Heard some big shot say—if you’re pretty, you gotta go out and

cool with that?” Her tone sounded like

guy who controls what his wife wears

her mouth, glaring at me. “It’s all your fault. Now I look like a

passed her a bucket of popcorn. “Here.

movie,

propping my chin on my hand. Finally, I had a moment to process this whole

to turn things around. And there was only one path for me: making something of

life, I thought this was the ultimate goal for a

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