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

Melissa laughed and teased, “Damn, Victoria, you’re about to live the good life.”

I pressed my lips together, then burst out laughing, too.

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Even though I kept cracking jokes, the truth was I’d built an emotional wall when it came to men. Whenever one tried to get close or flirt, I’d tense up–I simply wasn’t ready to start anything new.

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Jared had thrown my whole love life into chaos. I trusted him completely, chose him with all my heart, and in the end, it still ended in divorce. If I tried again with someone else, it might just be another mess.

Melissa’s relationship was pretty chill–she and Zachary had agreed to hustle for a couple more years before even thinking about tying the knot.

Melissa was relentlessly practical. While we ate, she laid out every cost in detail–down to the last can of formula, up to a house and a car. In the end, the numbers felt crushing.

She said, “Victoria, I’m so jealous of you. You’re about to be a millionaire. When will it be my turn to win 1.6 million? I’ve even daydreamed about all the ways I’d spend it.“!

I laughed and said, “Come on, as far as I know, you’ve never even bought a single lottery ticket in your life.”

in defeat. She said, “Yeah, I always thought the lottery was just a scam, so I

I’ve got

always comes with strings. I feel way better

I admired her for walking down the aisle three times and walking out three times,

already talked to my parents about the divorce, and they left the decision up to

landed on my desk in no time, along with the assets I was getting. I had Melissa’s friend from law school act as my attorney and help me sort out

all kinds of property–it came out to over 460 million

over, and his eyes lingered on the pen in my hand. He said, “Once

sure there were no issues. Then, I picked up

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my name.

locked onto my signature, and he let out

a divorce certificate. When we stepped outside, as if the weather was mourning us, it

the pale walls of the city hall, there were sentimental slogans about

in my hand and couldn’t

over with a big black umbrella and said, “Mr. Holcomb, this