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

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Jared’s first question was about my lunch plans.

The scent of roses intensified as he approached. I schooled my features into indifference. “Cafeteria.”

Our company cafeteria would make me special dishes if I asked.

He watched me for a moment. “Come to lunch with me and some friends.”

Jared’s inner circle consisted of three childhood friends–two men and a woman, one couple dating since college.

In six years of marriage, I’d met them maybe five times. His invitation caught me off guard.

“Are you sure?” Not that I minded going if he wanted me there.

“Why not? They know you.” His eyes traveled over my outfit. “When did you get this? I don’t remember seeing it before.”

I gave a small smile. “Complete closet overhaul. What do you think of the dress?”

Jared’s lips thinned slightly. “Meet me downstairs in ten.”

Men were so predictable. For years, Jared hadn’t noticed what I wore, but this curve–hugging dress suddenly made me visible.

If visual appeal was what worked, I’d play the game.

If he saw me as nothing but a trophy, I might as well look like one.

His sudden interest in showing me off to friends spoke volumes.

role–nothing more than a shiny accessory. He didn’t bring me along as his wife, but

into his car ten minutes later, I immediately closed my

eyes snapped open to find his hand

my fingers with care. “Your hands are so soft,” he murmured. “All that

come cheap,” I

pulled a platinum

I ever let you go

lightly, but Jared wasn’t laughing. His hand clamped down

pouted slightly. “I just mean… feelings

overthink it.” He squeezed my other hand, and then stiffened.

washed over me. I’d promised on our wedding day

surprise perfectly. “Oh no, where is

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creased. “A diamond ring doesn’t just

“I dropped from 132 to 110 pounds. Sorry,

said, patting my

home.” Truth was, I’d rather have

just everyday jewelry.” Jared was old–fashioned that way. In his mind, only he could buy my

money and let me choose my own ring?” I dropped the pretense

slightly when his phone rang. He kept hold of my hand, absentmindedly stroking my fingers while he

got things to do this afternoon. Go

I said sweetly, leaning against his arm and conveniently forgetting to mention the card

save it all. As for the wedding ring, some thrift store ring would do–that was

was worth.

friends were already there–all around our

Jared had already taken over the family business. Same privileged upbringing, but

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