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.

and closed my eyes. “You did love me once. But love doesn’t come with

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

his eyes darkening with need. Pinned beneath him, I couldn’t resist–and after three months of tension, we finally

with urgent purpose, seeking the familiar responses that used to come

Yet I forced myself to keep playing the wounded wife

body and retreated to the guest room,

rules tonight. By making the first move, he’d let down his guard- and

caring and

outgrew that primitive need to chase

woman couldn’t afford to be gentle with men or love. She had to be tougher when necessary and walk away without hesitation

Yvonne came barreling in. “Mom!” she shouted,

not to hear. My spoiling had made