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.”

least you see the issue. But drop the jealousy. Tracy and I are nothing

tore from my throat. “Professional? Then why

giving you some space.” With that, he walked out, leaving

If I wasn’t obedient, he took it as proof I didn’t love him. Jared was always this sharp. And this time, he

I headed downstairs for breakfast. Jared was already on the sofa, flipping through documents, when Tracy walked in. She handed him some papers

too much sweetness. “Mr. Holcomb and I have a ten–thirty flight to Aurelia. Do you mind if

smile, just as

our housekeeper, shot me a glance with a flicker of sympathy. Women always knew. Even she could

between them. But this trip? The perfect opportunity

Mrs. Holcomb. You’re always so considerate,” Tracy said, sliding into a chair and digging

took a slow sip of my nut milk. “No need for flattery, Tracy. I’m

look. But he was too buried

Holcomb got a

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