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

Chapter 410

“Victoria, why are you so mad? I was just worried about you being alone and wanted to help you find someone,” Jessica blurted out, scrambling to defend herself after I hit the nail on the head.

“Do I look desperate for a man to you? I’m divorced, and you set me up with some old guy? Why not a younger one?” I wasn’t holding back anymore–no more letting her pawn me off like this.

“Victoria, you’re really taking my good intentions the wrong way. I just don’t want you to end up alone in the future. Young guys don’t have the money to support you, you know,” Jessica shot back, cutting right to my weak spot.

I lazily ran my fingers through my hair and said, “If things ever get that bad, I’ll just go back to my ex. At least he’s young, hof, and rich.”

“Mr. Holcomb would take you back? Please, that’s hilarious,” Jessica said, crossing her arms and letting out an annoyed laugh.

I shrugged. “If I feel like buttering him up, maybe. Or maybe if I mess with him a little, he’ll actually come running back.”

“Victoria, you really let me down. All those years of friendship, and it was all for nothing,” Jessica said, so pissed she wouldn’t even look at me.

Warner snorted, “Ms. Murphy, with your standards, I wouldn’t dare. Go chase after your boy toy. I’m actually curious what this so–called younger guy looks like.”

Jessica shot back, “What do you think? Just graduated college, probably doesn’t even know where he’ll be working.”

I stood up, grabbed my bag, and pulled out 600 dollars in cash, slapping it on the table. “Let’s split the bill.”

walked

me, grabbing my arm. “Victoria, what are you doing? Are we not friends

who treats me like a product to be

money, but he’s got a good heart,” Jessica insisted, still trying to sell me on

so great, you keep him,” I said, pushing her hand away and

a quiet café and sat there

blind date Jessica set up for me, it really

Jessica’s mind, the best I could

a divorced woman really just someone to be tossed

really not deserve to be loved or treasured

was feeling pretty

hustled past the window, their faces showing everything–sadness, happiness, anxiety. Everyone looked so

was everyone rushing off

kinda gloomy, those violin notes just made me feel

the street, totally lost for a

phone buzzed. I glanced

answered, and Ryan said, “Victoria, where are you? Want