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

Chapter 218

I kept my eyes shut, the alcohol churning sourly in my gut. Words deserted me. What worries could I possibly justify? The very fact that I had to conceal my divorce screamed failure loud enough.

For the entire ride, I feigned sleep, maintaining a stony silence toward Jared. He remained silent as well.

Since I hadn’t given the driver my new address, he defaulted to driving me straight back to the villa. When I opened my eyes, I only wanted the driver to

turn the car around.

“Victoria, we’re here,” Jared said, uncannily echoing my thoughts. “It’s past eleven. Let Warner head home. His wife just delivered their second child. He

needs the rest.”

I glanced at Warner. Exhaustion was etched deep on his face. Murmuring thanks, I stepped out into the night.

Standing beside Jared, the chilly night air sliced through the alcohol haze, sharpening my senses. Without a word, I turned and walked away.

hand closing around my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was tight. “This

flashing hot. “Not anymore,” I stated, my voice glacial. “I’m going back

His shout ripped through the quiet street, raw and desperate. “What the hell do you want from me? How much do I have to give in?” His voice cracked, teetering

to give in–the bitter taste of being the supplicant was etched

he lunged forward, arms locking around me from behind, trapping me against him. His voice was thick. “Victoria, I was wrong. Please. Don’t go.

was alcohol talking–sober Jared would never let such words pass his

already proved otherwise,” I retorted, twisting futilely against his iron grip. “You and Yvonne managed perfectly

me back into his existence. “Jared, stop! This isn’t you.”

clung on, his plea dissolving into raw desperation. “Don’t leave, Victoria.

was arctic. That glacial tone was meant to shatter the last of his illusions, to force the brutal truth into his consciousness: the woman who

me love you,” he begged, the words fracturing. “You don’t have to love me back. Just let me

yourself best, Jared. Your love? I don’t want it. Save

words must have struck a nerve. His grip slackened. Seizing the instant, I broke free and

thing I needed was a protracted scene on the doorstep,