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.

My safest move was to take

a long pause, he said, “Don’t believe anything you hear. They’re just rumors without substance. Yvonne is still young, and we need to think

to ignore the rumors

but recognize the pattern. He had broken his promises but wouldn’t admit it, making me question myself while denying every rumor. Still, I knew one

worry, darling,” I said, stepping closer with a carefully crafted smile. “You’re the

stray lock of hair from my face. “How are you settling in at the company? You

home ahead of me. Yvonne and I… we’re still not on speaking terms. I

place. Tonight, it’s just the two of us.” Jared’s voice

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

finish, his lips brushed my shoulder. “Don’t work late. Go home early.” There was a roughness in his voice I. hadn’t heard in