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

Chapter 138

Chapter 138

Perfect. I needed to pick his brain about investments anyway. [Sure.]

His reply was a cheerful emoji.

The gate’s charging station was barely warm when my mother–in–law’s caller ID flashed. Yvonne’s petulant voice came through: “Mom, when are you coming home? I told Dad to tell you to buy me a present. Are you gonna get me one?”

“No.” Flat. Final.

“Don’t you love me anymore?” Her voice sharpened. “Do you even love me?”

“Love’s transactional, sweetheart. Even maternal affection has terms.” Ice crystallized in my veins.

“What did I do wrong? You’re being weird again. I don’t get it!” Classic Yvonne, playing dumb to evade accountability. She understood. She just refused to.

I didn’t redial. Some bridges deserved

the airport, I headed to dinner. The taxi dropped me off at

empty, except for one impossible–to–miss vehicle. Nathan’s Maybach gleamed under

out of the car–tall, lean, dressed in a crisp white long–sleeved shirt that gave him that quiet, academic aura. The kind of man who looked

then, a family emerged from the restaurant. A boy, maybe thirteen or fourteen, zeroed in

circling the car with wide–eyed awe

Nathan smiled. “Yeah.”

like he’d just unlocked a cheat code for life. “If

he clapped the boy’s shoulder. “Absolutely. Keep

his family, still craning his neck for

me, there was a flicker of shyness in his eyes, but he held my

go in. I’m starving.” My tone was deliberately lazy. Around him, something

sing to

who’d never learned to armor himself

tension coiling

you don’t mind… just the two of us,” he