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.

the hotel’s grand reopening. Overnight, work avalanched. I swiftly hired two seasoned managers to

her smile a fraction too wide. “Victoria! When might you have a free moment?” Her tone was artificially bright. “My husband

manufactured goodwill. Women navigate intricate layers of calculation, and

a skeptical hue over every interaction. Sudden kindness invariably comes with strings

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

face before she smoothed it into practiced neutrality. “Perhaps another time,” she

as hushed voices drifted under the door.

voice murmured. “But

for Tracy,” another chimed in, sympathy laced with gossip. “Gave her all to this place, just to be forced out

a third voice cut in sharply. “She’s

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

first voice

I emerged from the stall. Tracy miscarried? Unburdened, then she was poised for a vengeful

her eyes whenever Jared’s