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

Chapter 23

I was ready for his accusations and anger. His words didn’t upset me. I just lay there calmly, meeting his furious, bewildered

stare.

“You’ve treated me well. You were always generous, perfectly polite–a true gentleman in every way. You just… never shared your work life with me or brought me around your friends.

“You simply… stopped loving me. But that doesn’t make you any less of a good husband or father.” My voice stayed even as I held his gaze, stating facts.

Jared’s eyes turned to stone. “That’s ridiculous,” he snapped. “Why would I have married you if I didn’t love you?”

I watched the color rise in his handsome face, his anger giving way to something closer to panic and guilt.

“You did love me once. But love doesn’t come with guarantees. Yours changed, and then faded. I could feel

with sudden force, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned with anger. His usual tenderness was gone–this was a storm I

slipped away as he moved with rough urgency, his eyes darkening with need. Pinned beneath him, I couldn’t resist–and after three months of tension, we finally crashed

responses that used to come so

time, he’d actually satisfied me completely. Yet I forced myself to keep playing the

sheets around my trembling body and retreated to the

Jared’s thoughts, but he’d broken his own rules tonight. By making the first move, he’d let down his guard- and that

me the truth–when I stopped caring and started focusing on myself,

never outgrew that primitive need to chase what

to be gentle with men or love. She had to be tougher when necessary and walk

in. “Mom!” she shouted, shaking me. “Wake up. It’s playtime. No more sleeping. Play with

to hear. My spoiling had made Yvonne forget all about