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

Chapter 135

The warmth between us vanished the moment I spoke. Jared pushed me away, got up, and pulled on his clothes, his voice turning icy. “How much do you want?”

I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, my mind racing.

The year was 2014. Global markets were recovering, and opportunities were everywhere. Tech giants like Apple and Google, pharmaceutical leaders like Johnson & Johnson and Gilead, streaming platforms like Netflix, e–commerce like Amazon, even the booming real estate market, all ripe for investment.

But I needed capital to get started.

“Still thinking?” Jared had already buttoned the last clasp of his pajamas, his gaze sharp and detached.

I hesitated. “If I said three-

“Three million. Fine. It’ll be in your account tomorrow.” He cut me off, then strode to the door before pausing. “Victoria, there’s a limit to playing games. After this, I won’t force you again.”

after passion. I smiled sweetly. “Thanks,

slammed shut behind him, the sound jolting me. Good. My gamble paid off. Jared might resent me, but

financially.

to Showtown, I’d start researching stocks. In my previous life as a wealthy wife, I’d dabbled in investments, but this time, I’d go all in. No more half–hearted

looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes. Jared didn’t ride with me. Instead, I sat alone in the car, watching through the rearview mirror as

at Stonecrag Mountain, the scenery lush and serene, birds singing in the

his executives, while I walked ahead with two female VPs, chatting about everything except the obvious tension. Tracy, of

wanted to say something, but Tracy was their boss. Gossip was a luxury they

took a seat on a bench in front of Stonecrag Church, chatting about its

This is

we were a couple, then added, “There’s also a legend that this is ‘Breakup Mountain. Many couples

She sighed in frustration. “I should’ve done more research before

make our wishes there. The two female executives and I bent over, writing our desires on

through every storm. May