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,

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

backpack and trotted after him

listening until I heard them head downstairs. Then I decided to stay put. They grabbed

thinking to myself, ‘Good. Those two can stick together.

do today: hire two solid servants to handle the house, and find a detective to snap pics of

first life, I never cared much about money. I always had a few million in my bank account, but I never bought luxury items or treated myself—I just played the perfect housewife, saving every penny like it

I needed to hold onto

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

“Victoria, Jared’s money isn’t free.

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Is it woven with gold?

softly, my chest tight. She’d always been such an amazing.

“I know you’ve got money, and you’re sweet to

Make your marriage work. Have a healthy

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

seeing countless doctors, desperate to get pregnant quickly. But Jared barely paid any attention to me. So, I never had another kid, not even as I got

son for him. I turned to Mom, my voice flat.

course you can. You’re both young. Jared’s the oldest son, running the company now. If he doesn’t have a son, people will talk behind his back.

a son, my position

boy, Tracy would give him one. I was

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

fight with Mom or upset her. So I switched gears.

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

her mind was made up, so I didn’t push to make her stay. But