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

I felt like a plastic bag just drifting wherever the wind took me, powerless to steer my own life.

Ever since I met Ryan, everything has been out of my hands.

“Ryan, I’ve been on and off with Nathan so many times. I feel like such a heartbreaker, totally irresponsible. Are you sure you want someone like me?” I didn’t want to trash myself, but that’s just how it is–my feelings are all over the place, and I can’t seem to control them.

Ryan looked at me, eyes wild and intense. “Good and bad aren’t for the world to decide. I make up my own mind about you”

“I’m worried you’ll regret this someday, thinking I’m not faithful when it comes to relationships,” I said, half–joking, half-

serious.

“You’ve got money and looks. What is there for you to be afraid of losing?” Ryan shot back, and it hit me hard.

I stared at him, stunned. He curled his lips into a wicked smirk. “I stopped believing in ‘forever ages ago. Relationships only exist when there’s mutual attraction. You really are a heartbreaker–always making promises and never keeping them.”

I was stunned. Not long ago, I thought Ryan was just this sweet, naive guy.

Turns out, that innocence was just an act–he actually gets how the world works.

I can’t control,” I stammered, trying to make excuses, but the words just wouldn’t

really gets to do whatever they want. That’s

weight on your shoulders?” I asked, feeling both worried

gaze, his expression shadowed with melancholy. “Everyone thinks I was dealt a winning hand, but nobody sees the thorns and fangs hiding behind it–a forest of danger

was seven, I got kidnapped and stuffed into a cramped steel drum. I listened to them drinking and feasting, chatting about how much cash they

just end up stuck in another steel drum, curled up while the people profiting off me sat in the back, drinking wine and plotting their

stunned, staring at Ryan’s fair and strikingly handsome face, unable to imagine the kind of stories hidden behind

me in silence, then reached out

trace of desire in his embrace–it felt like he just needed someone

of my shoulder, his voice husky. “Victoria, you say your life isn’t perfect anymore because of the divorce. If that’s true, then my soul

so slightly, as

I’m sorry,‘ I said softly. ‘I used to be one of those people in the crowd who envied you. I never really tried to understand you, and I always judged your opinions because of where you came from. That was my

me and gave a nonchalant smile. “It’s alright. I’m used to it. Right now, all I care about is figuring

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