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

Chapter 11

Yvonne froze. It was the first time she’d ever seen Jared and me fight. Before, whenever we argued, I always gave in first to keep the peace. But today was different. I didn’t apologize or back down.

“Daddy, Mommy, please stop.” Yvonne burst into tears. She clung to Jared’s arm, wiping her eyes. “I don’t want you to fight. Please don’t do this.”

Jared looked at me, his voice cold. “Work isn’t negotiable. You can keep your little hobbies, but you’re not walking away from our family.”

He bent down, lifted Yvonne into his arms, grabbed her tiny backpack, and walked out.

I didn’t shed a single tear. To be honest, I wasn’t even mad. I had seen this coming.

“Mrs. Holcomb, are you okay?” Wendy and Joyce asked, voices worried..

I smiled, “I’m fine. Sorry about the mess–can you clean it up?” Then I grabbed my purse and car keys and left.

I drove around aimlessly, the wind whipping through the open window, lifting my scarf. Behind my sunglasses, my eyes started to burn.

I married a rich guy and lived this shiny. To everyone else, I should’ve been carefree and happy. And maybe I was, once. But I’d got stuck in my head, slowly falling apart.

I thought after that fight, Jared wouldn’t ask me to lunch. But around eleven, while I was sitting in a café, sipping bitter coffee, he texted to ask where I was.

him. He told me

to the restroom and touched up my makeup. If Jared wanted to treat me like his arm candy, fine, I’d play the

polite, keeping their voices low. Some

way to Jared, who stood there in a crisp suit, over six

Jared. She had on a

acted casual, but her watch was a quarter–million–dollar piece, her

at me but didn’t say a

their food. Halfway through

on one side, his sharp mistress

like I had no clue who Tracy really was. I smiled, worked the room, and kept up appearances. Guys were

a lot, a faint flush

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“Mr. Holcomb can’t

with some glib remarks and

Tracy had clout at the company, and everyone treated her

a silent provocation aimed at me. But I acted like I didn’t catch it. Why

her face blank the whole

and