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

Chapter 6

Jared came in while I was showering. By the time I stepped out in my pajamas, he was already sitting on his side of the bed in his pajamas, flipping through a book. The soft rustle of pages was the only sound breaking the silence.

I sat down at the vanity and began my skincare routine, taking my time. I glanced over the desk, mentally noting what I needed to pick up the next day.

After about ten minutes, Jared called from the bed, “You ready?”

I finished slathering on moisturizer, then walked over and climbed into bed.

Jared set his book aside, turned off the overhead light, and left on the little lamp by the bed. The soft, dim light created an intimate, almost sensual atmosphere.

One of his hands reached over, resting on my chest. Then, in his usual polite, graceful way, he asked, “This okay?”

I’d been waiting for this. I met his gaze, my expression serious. “I’m beat today. Maybe next time.”

His hand froze. After what felt like forever, he pulled it back. “Sure.”

Funny enough, despite the tension, I fell asleep quickly. No crazy, jumbled thoughts—just a deep, solid sleep. My alarm woke me up the next morning.

Jared was already gone. I shook off the sleepiness, got dressed, and headed out. Right by the door, I heard Yvonne whining, “Dad, drive me to school. I don’t want her to take me. I’m still mad at her.”

Jared sighed, “Yvonne, she’s your mom.”

“But she hit me! What kind of mom does that to her kid?” Yvonne shot back, sharp as ever.

“She did it to teach you a lesson,” Jared said. “She didn’t mean it. It hurt her, too.”

have to drive me, Dad,”

had always been a pushover with her and could never say no. So he gave in, saying,

backpack and trotted after

I heard them head downstairs. Then I decided to stay put. They grabbed breakfast to eat in the car, and only then did I come

to myself, ‘Good. Those two can stick together. Just stay out of

find a detective to snap pics of Jared and Tracy cheating–I needed solid proof for the divorce,

never cared much about money. I always had a few million in my bank account, but I never

I realized I needed to hold onto that

the agency. We interviewed three rounds of candidates before selecting two servants we liked. That afternoon, I took Mom downtown shopping and

she wouldn’t let up. “Victoria, Jared’s money isn’t free. How could you

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Is it woven with

for you,” I said softly, my chest tight. She’d always been such an amazing. loving mom. In my first life, she hadn’t lived much longer. Now, I wanted her to have it

and you’re sweet to

marriage work. Have a

was stuck in that old–school mindset–she was

But Jared barely paid any attention to

I turned to Mom, my voice flat. “I already have

now. If he doesn’t have a son, people will talk behind his back.

totally stressed, worried that without a son, my position in

Tracy would give him one. I was not wasting

he was cheating. Then I’d push for a divorce and get my share of the assets. With money, looks, and youth on

or upset her. So I switched gears. “Mom, you’re leaving the

can’t leave your dad and brother alone. As long as I know

so I didn’t push to make her stay. But when she left,