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

The question caught me off guard. So, Jared did have insecurities after all. I feigned ignorance. “Better at what, exactly?”

I could practically hear him grinding his teeth. “You said before there was no comparison. Now there is.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “The fact that you’re asking already tells you the answer, doesn’t it?”

The line went quiet again. I was growing impatient. This back–and–forth wasn’t like him. He’d never been one for drawn–out emotional tug–of–war.

“If you still want me at that meeting, I’ll come. But this is the last time you put a finger in my personal business.” My voice left no room for negotiation.

He exhaled, defeat creeping into his tone. “Fine. Be here.”

+23)

On the way to the hotel, I turned Jared’s behavior over in my mind. His petty questions, his sudden insecurity… Maybe this was just his way of processing the end of our marriage.

male ego, really. For men like him, self–worth was either tied to their

clearly in a foul mood, kept

on some distant point, he’d push back his

like I’d be staying in Shaville long–term. My role was solidified: I’d continue overseeing the

was more than just adrenaline; it was passion. For the first

when my world revolved solely around my family, I’d never felt this way. Back then, my vision had been narrow,

child.

world as their domain, with family as

the main meeting, I gathered my soon–to–be subordinates for another half–hour discussion,

was past 10 PM. Most of us hadn’t eaten dinner yet, so we headed down to the hotel’s buffet. Hunger

into the hallway, a tall

almost reckless aura. “Congratulations,” he said, his

“Mr. Holcomb, do us both