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

“I want something, and he hands it over–it’s all right there for the taking. You think your matter that much? If you do, let’s talk when you become Mrs. Holcomb.”

I was like a fighter in battle mode, ready to shoot back a sharp retort at every word Tracy threw at me. Deep down, I still couldn’t help but hate her. Tracy stood rooted to the spot, silently watching me walk away.

It was a little after nine when Nathan called out of the blue. I was at home, going cross–eyed from all the paperwork, and his call felt like a breath of fresh air. “Are you asleep yet?” he

asked, his voice low and smooth.

“Not yet. How about you?” I put my laptop down and stepped out onto the balcony. After staring at my screen for ages, letting my eyes wander outside felt like a treat.

“I’m on my way to Shaville. I’ll be there in about half an hour,” Nathan said. His words made

my heart skip a beat.

“So, what brings you to Shaville?” I asked.

Nathan answered with a smile, “Just here to sign a contract.”

“Oh.”

“Honestly, I just wanted to see you.”

He made me laugh out loud. “Seriously, why are you here?”

“To see you,” Nathan replied, his voice low and intimate. “I came straight over as soon as I

got off work.”

me, and I couldn’t

now? Is it cool

was all alone here,

that I turned him down just a few days ago. If I let him come over now, that seemed to be kind of unfair to

address.

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enough, an hour later, Nathan pulled up outside my building. I hurried downstairs and spotted him outside the gate. He was standing under the streetlight, dressed in a crisp white shirt and slacks,

a chance to eat?” I couldn’t help but ask

hint of exhaustion, just clear eyes with

of excitement.

it, back then, we were just as wild

lost in this, completely caught up. But me? Part of me was still sober, part of me holding back, and I just couldn’t let myself get swept up with

get some food,” I said, taking the lead. Nathan said something to his driver, and then followed me toward the part of

meal, and for once, he didn’t try to argue about the

me a grin and joked, “Have you noticed? When married couples eat

rolled my eyes at him, half teasing, half exasperated. “As long

face flushed a little, and he scratched his head, looking a bit sheepish. “Alright, next time, dinner is on me. I’ll take you