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.

loomed, heralding the hotel’s grand reopening. Overnight, work avalanched. I swiftly hired two seasoned managers to absorb the brunt. Jared, too, occasionally deigned

post–meeting afternoon, Amy cornered me, her smile a fraction too wide. “Victoria! When might you have a free moment?” Her tone was artificially bright. “My husband owns a lovely salon downtown. You simply must experience

overture stank of manufactured goodwill. Women navigate intricate layers of calculation, and frankly,

kindness invariably comes with strings attached. Amy knew the impending

of picking locks.

crossed her face before she smoothed it

restroom stall, I froze mid–motion as hushed voices drifted under the door. Tracy’s name hooked my attention

baby,” one voice murmured. “But

chimed in, sympathy laced with gossip. “Gave her all

voice down!” a third voice cut

voice persisted, dropping to a whisper. “Jared and Tracy, they just

that’s enough!” the first voice snapped, effectively ending

miscarried? Unburdened,

last lecture had preached cold strategy: men as instruments, not prizes. But the raw fervor in her eyes whenever