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

home tonight. Tracy was really something. Not only had she stolen my husband, but she’d also had

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

could be. Those toxic people and drama were like a dark cloud hovering over me, blocking out every ray of joy

trap me like a prisoner. From

that night, I was fast asleep when I barely heard Jared and Yvonne return. For a moment, it seemed like someone’s footsteps had stopped right by my bed, then

warm little body wormed under the covers with me. “Mom, still sleeping? You have to

off my alarm–no wonder I was running late. “Ask your dad to give

kindly. But I’d withdraw my love gradually. Once she was old enough to understand, I’d stop taking care

with?” Yvonne frowned. “You don’t even have a job, and

in front of my face. “Dad got this for you

lifted the lid. Inside was a diamond

pick it

and has great taste.” Jared

lot?” I asked,

but still a kid, nodded. “Don’t get mad, okay? Tracy’s Dad’s work partner. She’s nice to me because I’m his

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