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

On the next floor, two more people squeezed in, making the space even tighter. My back was pressed against the wall, with Jared standing right in front

of me.

He was tall enough that when he lowered his head, his lips nearly brushed against my hair. I caught the faint scent of cigarettes on him. He’d been smoking a lot more lately. Those few seconds felt agonizingly long..

Jared seemed to lean in deliberately, closing the already minimal distance between us.

Just as we were on the verge of touching, the elevator dinged open at the third–floor restaurant. Most of the passengers were here for lunch, and with a rustle of movement, everyone spilled out.

I could hear Jared’s breathing grow slightly uneven, but as soon as the crowd dispersed, whatever tension had been between us evaporated. I turned and walked out without looking back, while Jared seemed to veer off toward the restroom.

The private dining room, set for over a dozen guests, was impeccably arranged. By the time we arrived, the first dishes were already being served.

The conversation around me continued, mostly centered on the hotel industry, until someone asked how many children Jared and I had after so many years of marriage.

When I mentioned we only had one daughter, the glances exchanged around the table spoke volumes. Of course, the Holcomb family would never settle for just one daughter. It was clear Jared would eventually remarry to secure an heir.

smelling faintly of smoke again. Without hesitation, he took the

proceeded with lively conversation. Midway through the meal, Jared’s phone rang. When he answered, I

himself to step outside.

frantic as an ant on a hot griddle, practically ready to force Jared’s head into

analyzed Jared and Tracy’s relationship. In my previous life, Tracy ha without any official recognition,

bow with Tracy.

side for over twenty

her, grant her the status she deserved, and spare her the whispers and judgment they’d endured before. In a way,

fate had a habit of speeding in the opposite direction. Jared remained single, Tracy grew desperate, and despite her efforts to bond with both Sally and Yvonne, Jared

been baffled. Why else would she have invited me for coffee last time, wearing

twisted sense of

heading back to Hachester after dinner,

be outing and her

displeased, trudn’t argue ever

tash just sind with