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.”

I don’t care. You have to drive me, Dad,” Yvonne insisted, digging her

could never say no. So he gave in,

and trotted

decided to stay put. They grabbed breakfast to eat in the car, and only then did I come

myself, ‘Good. Those two can

a detective to snap pics of Jared and Tracy cheating–I needed solid

a few million in my bank account, but I never bought luxury items or treated myself—I just played the perfect housewife, saving

needed to hold onto that cash. The

liked. That afternoon, I took

home, she wouldn’t let up. “Victoria, Jared’s money isn’t free. How could you spend like that? Twenty

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it woven with

my precious love 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.

money, and you’re sweet to think of me. But I’m old.

Have a healthy baby boy

stuck in that old–school mindset–she was totally obsessed with having a

I’d tried everything, downing herbal medicines and seeing countless doctors, desperate to get pregnant quickly. But Jared barely paid any attention to me. So, I never had

having a son for him. I turned to Mom, my

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

that without a son, my position in the family would be at

figured if Jared wanted a boy, Tracy would give him one. I

divorce and get my share

switched gears. “Mom, you’re leaving the day after tomorrow? Why not

As long as I know you’re doing okay, I’m good.” She’d always been

make her stay. But when she left, I secretly slipped a