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.

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

you have a free moment?” Her tone was artificially bright. “My

manufactured goodwill. Women navigate intricate layers of calculation, and frankly, our radar for

interaction. Sudden kindness invariably comes with strings attached. Amy knew the impending divorce. Was this

picking locks. Once Jared was single, he’d be a prime target for a

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

hushed voices drifted under the door. Tracy’s name hooked my attention

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

chimed in, sympathy laced with gossip. “Gave her all to this place, just to be forced out because some wife couldn’t handle

third voice cut in sharply. “She’s actually in

to

first voice snapped, effectively ending the

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

last lecture 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 detachment when her own heart was