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

Chapter 18

Hearing the men discuss their careers today, I realized with sudden clarity–I deserved that same confidence, that equal seat at the table.

Jared called again as soon as I got home. I answered while sinking into the couch.

“Why weren’t you answering your phone?” Jared’s suspicion bled through the line.

“Must’ve been on silent. What’s up?” The lie came automatically now.

“Who were you out with? Yvonne said you went out again.” He might as well have been taking attendance.

“Just some college friends,” I said lightly. “They’re all doing well here. Thought I’d reconnect before starting work.”

He seemed to turn my answer over in his head before responding. “You’ve changed lately. What’s going on?”

“Changed how?” I toyed with my hair, suddenly recalling my younger self–the one who wanted to burn bright, not fade into someone’s background.

“You’re dressing differently these days,” Jared said, proving he noticed every detail about me.

good?” I

not… dignified enough.” He

vows about loving me unconditionally–were

was satisfying. “I never said it was bad,” he

anything else? I’m tired.” I had zero patience for

quiet for a beat. “Fine. Goodbye,” he said tightly before the line went

my phone with a humorless chuckle. Jared was always perfectly composed, the genteel husband who never raised his voice. But that same restraint made

always been simple–women mirrored what they were given. Coldness

always smiling, always bright. That changed when I married Jared. The

I’ve made some gruel,” Wendy offered softly. “Would you care for

the

slept deeply that night until the nightmare

dream, I died again, experiencing the same helpless terror and crushing despair. I woke gasping, the sheets

with sweat.

pressing my palms against the sink

me I