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

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I’ll admit, I wasn’t like those ruthless heroines from revenge novels, cold and calculating with every move. So when Jared offered me a home in one of the most expensive cities in the world, my resolve wavered.

When we first got married, young and foolishly in love, I’d insisted on signing a prenup to prove I wasn’t after his wealth. Jared had resisted at first, but I was stubborn, determined to show everyone–his parents, mine–that I loved him, not his money.

In the end, the agreement was clear: anything Jared chose to give me would be mine, but I had no claim to his company shares or other

assets.

Even now, I had no idea how much he was really worth. But one thing was certain, buying a penthouse in Shariport was nothing more than pocket change to him.

“The property would be solely in your name,” he continued, voice low. “A place for you to escape to when you need space. And you love shopping, don’t you? The boutiques here are unparalleled.”

I crossed my arms. “Why the sudden generosity?”

Jared turned away, his silhouette framed against the city lights. “These past six years… I’ve been too focused on work. I neglected you and

Yvonne. You raised her alone, I know it wasn’t easy.”

He paused. “I understand why you’re resentful. But Victoria… let’s try again. Let’s fix this. Give Yvonne the family she deserves.”

When he faced me again, his expression was unreadable, those dark eyes impossible to decipher. Was he sincere? Or was this just another

game?

I’d have sobbed into his chest, grateful

not this time. If men

finesse. Melissa’s advice was working. Jared had been different lately: gold bracelets “just because,” stacks of cash slipped into my purse, and now this, a penthouse in

lip tremble. “I just… feel lost.” Stepping closer, I blinked up at him with glassy eyes, the perfect picture of fragile

A shaky breath. “I’ve always known I wasn’t

lose my way sometimes, but I always come home.” A thumb

wide–eyed hope. “But you always said women can’t balance

he conceded, fingers trailing through my hair. “Focus on work now. Yvonne’s too young to handle a sibling anyway. By ten, she’ll adjust.”

his arms with a calculated pause. “Can we see

flicked to the king–sized bed, then

his sleeve, deploying the

for his jacket. “Fine. Let

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the midnight lights. Even at this hour, construction crews worked–proof this was the

need to see interiors to know: this was power, crystallized in real

higher floor,” I mused, tracing imaginary tiers in the air

watched me, amused. “We’ll come back tomorrow after

I coated

balance sheets longer than on his face. But he’d misinterpreted greed as

he struck: “Victoria. One honest answer:

the streetlamp. Honesty? Please. In my

undeterred. “I want you to look at me like you

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