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.

a shiny accessory. He didn’t bring me along as his wife, but as

slid into his car ten minutes later, I immediately

his warm fingers intertwined with mine. My eyes snapped open to find his hand holding

are so soft,” he murmured. “All that extra

him keep holding them. “Beauty doesn’t come cheap,” I said dryly.

afford it.” He pulled a platinum card from his pocket. “Your birthday’s

ever let you go when

Jared wasn’t laughing. His hand clamped down on mine. “Are

pouted slightly. “I just mean…

my other hand,

dread washed over me. I’d promised on our wedding day never

“Oh no, where is it? Did

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“A diamond ring doesn’t just

because I lost weight,” I said softly. “I dropped from 132 to 110 pounds. Sorry, sweetheart,

convinced him completely. “Don’t worry,” he said, patting my hand.

I have others at home.” Truth was, I’d rather have the cash equivalent than

They’re just everyday jewelry.” Jared was old–fashioned that way. In his mind, only

why don’t you give me the money and let me choose my own ring?” I dropped the pretense and spoke my

kept hold of my hand, absentmindedly stroking my fingers while

“I’ve got things to do this afternoon. Go pick it out yourself–I’ll have the money

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

all. As for the wedding ring, some thrift store ring would

was worth.

friends were already there–all

still relied on family allowances, Jared had already taken

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