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

Chapter 227

Ryan went off to the gates to play spy for me. I just sat in the car, a nervous energy buzzing under my skin. I was praying this wouldn’t all be for nothing.

I checked the flight info. Sally and Yvonne’s plane was due around five. Right on schedule, my phone buzzed with a

stream of videos from Ryan.

In the first video, Jared had a bouquet and a bag of what looked like toys. Even in casual clothes and sunglasses,

with an assistant and driver hovering behind him, he was impossible to miss.

The third video showed Sally and Yvonne. And right behind them, also in sunglasses, was Tracy.

Jared gave the flowers to Sally. But after she sniffed them, she turned around with a smile and handed them

straight to Tracy. Tracy just took them.

Yvonne, bubbly and excited, was holding Tracy’s hand. She was clearly thrilled with her trip. Once Jared rounded everyone up, they started talking and walked toward the parking garage. The video ended there.

Ryan sent me another one. Jared and Tracy were talking in some corner by themselves. Neither Sally nor Yvonne was in sight.

Tracy looked upset. She threw herself at Jared, trying to hug him, but he dodged, taking a quick step back. He kept

talking, keeping his distance. A second later, Tracy stormed off, furiously wiping at her eyes. Then that video

ended, too.

clip arrived.

their car. So, he wasn’t leaving

slight smile on his face. “So, Ms. Murphy?

sank. There was no shot of Jared and Tracy kissing or in a real embrace. Without

husband’s got terrible taste. That homewrecker isn’t even close to being as hot as you.” Ryan was trying to cheer

me, kid,” I said, my voice tired. “Men get bored. It doesn’t matter how pretty

said, looking like he was trying

gotten the money shot, but it was still damning. Jared met Tracy at the airport, flowers

hand.

was a call from Jared. I ignored it. A text followed, [Where

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Ryan got out of the car, he hesitated. “Hey, Ms. Murphy? About the money… You don’t have

my neighborhood,

loaded.

“But if he’s short, you let me know.