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.

did love me once. But love doesn’t come with guarantees. Yours changed, and then faded.

lost control. 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

rough urgency, his eyes darkening with need. Pinned beneath him, I couldn’t

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

forced myself to keep playing the wounded wife because I knew this marriage still had more

trembling body and retreated to the guest room, my hair

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

sudden change showed me the truth–when I stopped caring and started focusing on myself, unexpected

never outgrew that primitive need to

love. She had to be tougher when necessary

“Mom!” she shouted, shaking me. “Wake up. It’s playtime.

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