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

Jared was stunned by my question, and then he let out a sigh. “Victoria, do I really need to spell it out for you? I swear, I’m more into you now than ATACA You’re like someone I’ve never met before. You’re shining.”

I let out a mocking laugh. “So you only start to see my shine now that I’m not yours anymore? What am I supposed to say to that?”

It was like I’d just called him out, and Jared gave an awkward chuckle. “You’ve put up with so much before. Now, I’m giving you a chance–want to get

your revenge?”

I hadn’t expected Jared to take my sarcasm so well. Instead of getting mad, he just flirted back in that easygoing way. Tracy really did a number on him- he had really learned how to be a flirt.

“I’m not the type to torture people, but you’ve changed lately. Have you noticed?” I let out a cold laugh.

“I haven’t changed. I’m still me.” Jared insisted.

“No, you have. You never used to pull these moves. I’m guessing Ms. Darwin taught you all these tricks,” I said, keeping my tone even.

Jared seemed to tense up at the mention of Tracy’s name, and he rushed to explain, “Victoria, are you really never going to get over this thing with Tracy? How many times do I have to say it? There’s nothing between us.

we work together and appreciate each other’s

up Tracy. She was his baggage. But that wasn’t my problem. I could mention her whenever I wanted, and if he didn’t like it, that

ability, huh? You’ve really taught me a lesson. Maybe I’ll start using that excuse at

been pissed,

up getting hurt more. I just hope you realize that,” Jared said seriously, almost like

take your word for it,” I replied, my

force himself to stay patient. “Alright, Victoria, there’s no need for us to argue. I checked the weather–it says there’s going to be a strong storm

if you get scared or

Thanks,” I said, and hung up right

the wind squeezed through the windows that weren’t fully closed, making a low,

I’d insisted on glass windows just because they looked good, but now the

windows. The wind rushed in, hitting me square in the chest, and I had to step

I just stood there by the window, feeling my bright mood

storm.

a book, headed upstairs, and pulled my bedroom curtains tight, shutting out every bit

d up by the