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

Chapter 9

From what I knew about Jared, work consumed most of his attention, Yvonne took up half of what was left, and Tracy got the rest. To him, I was basically invisible. It was time to kick my divorce plans into overdrive.

When I got home, the servants were still up. They saw me and quickly rushed over to greet me.

The two servants, Wendy and Joyce, Wendy and Joyce, both in their early forties, were incredibly hardworking. With them around, the house stayed spotless.

“Mrs. Holcomb, I made oatmeal. Have a bowl before bed?” Wendy offered, stepping forward.

“Sure, thanks,” I said with a smile. Staying healthy was also my focus right now. I was determined to boost my energy, get in shape, and feel great from the inside out.

Wendy was an amazing cook. Her oatmeal tasted just as good as any store–bought stuff. I had some, but couldn’t finish it all.

suggested she share the rest with Joyce.

I

really something. Not only had she stolen my husband, but she’d also had Yvonne under

on her like she was the root of all evil. We’d barely spoken, but she

and drama were like a dark cloud hovering over me, blocking out every

anyone’s negativity trap me like a prisoner. From now on, I was going to do what made me

and Yvonne return. For a moment, it seemed like someone’s footsteps had stopped right by my bed, then

“Mom, still sleeping? You have to

wonder I was running late. “Ask your dad to give you a ride. I’m

her kindly. But I’d withdraw my love gradually. Once she was

what could you possibly be busy with?” Yvonne frowned. “You don’t even have a job,

she waved a long box in front of my face. “Dad got this for you last night. Wanna

lifted the lid. Inside was a diamond

pick it out?”

She’s super gorgeous and has great taste.” Jared had probably prepped her to keep things casual, for she

her a lot?” I asked,

kid, nodded. “Don’t get mad, okay? Tracy’s

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