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

Chapter 211

Even though the papers weren’t signed yet, it already felt like we were divorced. Jared looked a little gloomy, saying nothing as he just trailed after min

silence.

When we got to my doot, I opened it. Since this apartment was a gift from him, I didn’t force him to leave.

I figured this could be our last dinner together. As long as he didn’t start making any unreasonable demands, I could let him have this meal.

“Let me help prep the veggies,” Jared said, rolling up his sleeves and trying to follow me into the kitchen.

“No need. Just sit out there and wait for dinner,” I said, waving him off.

Jared just stood outside, staring at me, dumbfounded. I didn’t bother with him. I knew what was going through his head.

My actions totally blindsided him, and now he was second–guessing himself and everything about his life. In his mind, there was no way I’d be the crie to ask for a divorce, no way I’d just walk away from him and the kid.

Even if he brought it up, I would beg him not to leave. That was how things were “supposed” to go. But now, not only did I bring it up first, but I was also ready to leave without fighting for money or custody.

I was so chill about it, it was almost ruthless–and it left Jared totally stunned. So, he was all tangled up inside, caught in a mess of mixed–up feelings.

Once I finished cooking, Jared came over to help with the cutlery. Our fingers accidentally touched, and I pulled away quickly. He just stood there, turning to look at me, a bit stunned.

We ate quietly. Even back when we ate at home together, we hardly ever talked. But tonight, the silence felt different–almost like a warning that something was about to end.

Jared didn’t seem to have much of an appetite. He took a few bites and then just stared at me, lost in thought.

I, on the other hand, was happily digging in. I looked up at him and said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to eat my cooking? Why aren’t you eating more? Is it not as good as you remembered?”

Jared shook his head. “No, it’s just… I’m not in the best mood.”

give you gray hair,”

used to see me sulking and say I’d get old

went on, “You know, your stomach is basically ruled by your emotions. If you’re in a bad mood,

way?” Jared’s voice was thick with pain. “Can’t we

or just to ruin my mood?” I shot him a cold look. “If you’re going to eat, then

looking like he might burst into tears–and I didn’t offer him a single word of comfort. I’d said it before: I was

said, finally getting it–acting pitiful wasn’t going to get him anywhere with me. So he dug into his meal while settled onto the couch and

there was Nathan–an exclusive interview with the

a quiet wisdom, making

gloomy. I was munching on some fruit, totally engrossed in

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Chapter 211

like we were divorced.

silence.

we got to my door, I opened it. Since this apartment was a gift from him, I

be our last dinner together. As long as he

prep the veggies,” Jared said, rolling up his sleeves and

Just sit out there and wait for dinner,” I said, waving him

stood outside, staring at me, dumbfounded. I didn’t bother with

actions totally blindsided him, and now he was second–guessing himself and everything about his life. In his mind, there was no way I’d be the one to ask for a divorce, no way I’d just walk

“supposed” to go. But now, not only did I bring it up first, but I was also ready to leave without

chill about it, it was almost ruthless–and it left Jared totally stunned. So, he was all tangled up

to help with the cutlery. Our fingers accidentally touched, and I pulled away quickly. He just stood there, turning to look at

ate quietly. Even back when we ate at home together, we hardly ever talked. But tonight, the silence felt different–almost

have much of an appetite. He took a few bites and then just stared

happily digging in. I looked up at him and said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to eat my