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

Chapter 35

“Just let me finish these files first.” I wasn’t about to make this easy for him. The more he demanded my obedience, the more I dug in my heels.

“Since when are files more important than your husband?” Jared’s voice dropped dangerously low as his hands gripped my waist, pulling me back against him. “Just come home early, okay?”

His lips barely grazed my earlobe before he was gone, the office door clicking shut behind him.

I stared at the empty doorway, trying to make sense of his sudden intensity. If he was that desperate, Tracy was always available–she had proven herself quite skilled at keeping him entertained in ways I never bothered to learn.

The memories from my previous life hit me hard–how he’d bragged about their adventures. They’d done it under the stars, in his car, on a wolf–howling hillside, in the gym’s locker room, and even in the racetrack bathroom.

Just thinking about it made my blood boil. If Tracy was so perfect, he was supposed to be with her instead.

His evasiveness was all the answer I needed. If Jared kept dodging the divorce talk, I’d have to make Tracy push him harder until her demands left him no room for evasion.

The realization hit me with a dull ache. Men always had the upper hand in marriage. As long as a wife kept quiet, her husband could fool around while maintaining the perfect family facade. Because at their core, men still clung to that picture–perfect domestic life.

We schemed, backstabbed, and debased ourselves–all while the men sat back enjoying the show, smug as peacocks about their

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past nine to find Jared waiting in the living

staff?” I asked, frowning

Yvonne away, I gave them leave,” he said, setting aside his laptop. “Have you

stomach growled in

just in time. I told Wendy to keep your dinner warm.” Jared gave me his perfect–husband smile, the

his face, amazed at how convincing he looked. Tracy probably got the same

wonder Tracy had thrown away her inheritance to trail after him and used all her connections for the Holcomb

and ate slowly

a bottle from the wine cabinet, pouring me half a glass. “New vintage.

starting what I knew would be another successful business–just as it had

anticipation of tonight’s “duties” left a bitter taste in my

I once had. Now I took my pleasure where I could get it. But sharing a bed with