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

Chapter 61

Tracy looked shy and lowered her head while sipping on her gruel. ‘Since I’ve already set the mood for them, I figure it is time for me to make my exit quietly, I thought.

I picked up my purse and said, “Honey, I’m heading to work.” Jared suddenly followed me into the garage. His deep, thoughtful eyes scanned me from head to toe.

I was wearing slightly flared jeans and a lightweight rose–gold blouse. In the past, I used to pile on expensive jewelry, hoping to cover up emotional emptiness with material things.

But now, I just wore a delicate chain around my neck and a pair of pink pearl earrings. Simple, but still very feminine. “Drive safe,” Jared said. He didn’t comment on how I looked. Instead, he showed a bit of concern.

I answered calmly and then stepped on the gas and took off. Jared would be away on a business trip for about four days. I tried calling Yvonne, but she ignored all my calls. She was giving me the silent treatment.

Then Sally called me to lecture me. She told me I was a lousy mom for breaking my daughter’s heart. She said I should back off for now and that she’d handle things.

rebellious stage would hit when she was around thirteen or fourteen. Back then

she was only six and already knew how to rally everyone around her to push me out. It was fine for

I met up with Melissa for dinner. She showed up in a rush, arms full of paperwork. She was

woman.

life, she’d been married three times and

different dads. She was strong, her kids respected her, and

been through made me feel protective of her. “Order anything you want,” I said, handing

of us. Let’s not go overboard,” she said, and then ordered three dishes and a

up her glasses and looked straight at me. “Victoria,

I tucked my hair behind

glowing. Super feminine. And today, you look stunning. Not just guys. Girls can’t stop staring either.” Melissa might’ve been dramatic, but she wasn’t

a realization. Flowers don’t bloom forever. Youth fades. If I don’t enjoy dressing