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

The storm howled outside, rain hammering against the windows as Jared’s words made my blood run cold.

Why was he asking this now? Was he worried I’d discovered his secret, or was this his way of coming clean? Would he sit me down again to negotiate his relationship with Tracy, just like before? My mind raced with questions.

Back then, I’d been such a fool, clinging to that worthless marriage certificate, refusing to surrender my place.

This time around, I would gladly accept if Jared offered the same deal again, taking only the money and nothing more when I left.

“What’s wrong? Got something to hide?” I asked, forcing a teasing tone I didn’t feel.

Jared was dangerous–a man who could smile while burning with rage inside, and then retaliate in ways his victims never anticipated.

risk provoking him. If he dropped the act of caring about our marriage, I’d lose everything. My safest move was to take

you hear. They’re just rumors

Jared I knew. His suggestion to ignore the rumors while using our daughter’s youth as justification made me wonder if he was avoiding confessing

the pattern. He had broken his promises but wouldn’t admit it, making me question myself while denying

said, stepping closer with a carefully crafted smile. “You’re

hair from my face. “How are you settling in

home ahead of me. Yvonne and I… we’re still not on speaking terms. I doubt she wants to see

to my mom’s place. Tonight, it’s just the two

wearing an off–the–shoulder knit top, the fabric slipping just enough to reveal my

shoulder. “Don’t work late. Go home early.” There was a roughness