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

Chapter 60

The accusation hit like a slap. I shot up from the bed, fury burning through me. The hypocrisy! I clutched the blanket tighter, but it kept slipping, leaving my skin exposed under his gaze. His eyes darkened as we stared each other down, neither of us backing away.

“Me?” My voice shook. “You’re questioning my loyalty? What about you, Jared? Are you cheating?”

For a second, he just looked at me, blank. “So you believe those office rumors about me and Tracy?”

“If you knew they were spreading, why didn’t you shut them down?” My throat tightened. “Fine. If you don’t love me anymore, I can accept that. But I won’t tolerate your distrust.” Tears pricked at my eyes, and anger surged.

Jared acted like my anger was ridiculous. Instead of addressing the Tracy situation, he hit me with something worse. “I’m clear. But even if there was something between me and Tracy, maybe you should ask yourself why.”

He meant this was all my fault? The words turned my blood to ice. I glared at him, my vision swimming with tears. “If you don’t love me anymore, just say it. Don’t feed me excuses.

“Yeah, I lost myself–clung to you like some desperate fool. My crime? Loving you and our child so much that I forgot I existed outside of you. But don’t worry. That’s over now.”

drop the jealousy. Tracy and I are

“Professional? Then why the love songs? Why the lingering

are you going to let this go?” His patience snapped. “I’m giving you some space.” With that, he walked

I wasn’t obedient, he took it as proof I didn’t love him. Jared was

documents, when Tracy walked in. She handed him some papers along

Mrs. Holcomb,” she greeted me, her smile polite but with just a little too much sweetness. “Mr. Holcomb and I have a ten–thirty flight to Aurelia.

returned her smile, just as polished. “Of course

me a glance with a flicker of sympathy. Women always knew. Even she could see Tracy wasn’t

on between them. But this trip? The perfect

Tracy said, sliding into a chair and digging in

sip of my nut milk. “No need for flattery, Tracy. I’m not that easygoing. I don’t pretend

Jared a wounded look. But he was too buried in his

Holcomb,” Tracy added, all fake helpfulness, “Mr. Holcomb got a stain on his shirt

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