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

Chapter 222

Chapter 222

I didn’t expect Yvonne to ask me that. Had she spotted Tracy in her own photos? Was she afraid of consequences, but had no one else to confide in, so

she came to me?

My reply was a single, clipped word: [No.]

A beat of silence, then a new message: [Oh… Mom, did you a actually look at all the pictures I sent?]

[Not all,] I texted back.

Silence descended from her end after that.

Yvonne’s questions reeked of fear. Yet, by posing them to me, she unwittingly revealed her alliance with Sally–both diligently sealing cracks, guarding their shared secret as if I were the adversary.

I swiftly hired two

a free moment?” Her tone was artificially bright. “My husband owns a lovely salon downtown. You simply must

layers of calculation, and frankly, our

had honed to razor sharpness, casting a skeptical hue over every interaction. Sudden kindness invariably comes with strings attached. Amy knew the impending divorce. Was this fishing for

married, her husband a potential obstacle. But ambition has a way of picking locks. Once Jared was single,

flicker of genuine disappointment crossed her face before she smoothed it into practiced neutrality. “Perhaps another time,” she murmured,

I froze mid–motion as hushed voices drifted under the door.

voice murmured. “But my friend heard the stress triggered a miscarriage. Who

sympathy laced with gossip. “Gave her all to this place, just to be forced out

voice down!” a third voice cut in sharply. “She’s actually in

it’s true,” the second voice persisted, dropping to a whisper. “Jared and Tracy, they just fit

first voice snapped, effectively ending the

I emerged from the stall. Tracy miscarried? Unburdened, then

had preached cold strategy: men as instruments, not prizes. But the raw fervor in her eyes whenever Jared’s name arose had betrayed her. Could she truly practice such