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.

eyes. “You did love me once. But love doesn’t

He pushed me down with sudden force, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned with anger. His usual tenderness was gone–this was a storm I couldn’t weather, his passion

need. Pinned beneath

moved over me with urgent purpose, seeking the familiar responses that used to come so easily

actually satisfied me completely. Yet I forced myself to keep playing the wounded wife because

2 a.m., I gathered the sheets around my trembling body

but he’d broken his own rules tonight. By making the first move, he’d let

truth–when I stopped caring and started

outgrew that primitive need

love. She had to be tougher when necessary and walk away without hesitation when the

morning came too soon. I was still half–asleep when Yvonne came barreling in. “Mom!” she shouted, shaking me. “Wake up. It’s playtime. No more sleeping. Play with

kept my eyes closed, pretending not to hear. My spoiling had made Yvonne forget all about manners–here she was, waking