Chapter 3

Jared seemed uncomfortable with my outfit. He probably thought my clothes were totally inappropriate–no decent woman would wear something so revealing and sexy.

“Honey, Yvonne just said she wants Tracy to be her mom. Who’s this Tracy?” I asked, feigning curiosity as I stepped up to

him.

Jared glanced down at Yvonne, his face tight. “She’s just rambling,” he told me. “Don’t take it seriously. Let’s go downstairs

and eat.”

This was unexpected. Jared was actually trying to cover things up.

I remembered how I discovered Tracy in my previous life–totally by chance when I ran into him at a private room, drinking and chatting with his friends.

I’d been excited, ready to pop in and say hi. But right outside the door, I overheard a man asking Jared when he planned to divorce me and give Tracy an official status.

Jared had said he wasn’t considering divorce because of Yvonne.

The guy pressed, “So you’re just gonna string Tracy along? C’mon, you’ve lost all love in your marriage anyway. Divorce seems like a good option.”

Jared took a drag, crushed his cigarette out, and said, “Victoria’s not my dream wife, but she’s the kid’s mom. As long as she stays in line and learns to live with Tracy, I won’t leave her.”

Back then, I just froze outside that door.

Never in a million years would I have guessed my husband could brush me off that easily–just the kid’s mom, not his wife. He was only keeping me around out of pity because I’d given him a child, not because he saw me as his wife.

there, numb, listening to him go on, “She’s good–looking, which makes me look good when we’re out. Plus, she takes care of the house without creating drama, exactly the kind of wife my parents want me to

reality, I trailed behind Jared

getting dinner ready for them, ladling

sweet to Mom as he’d always

piped up, pouting, “how’d you have a daughter this mean? Can you take her

the stairs. Without waiting for Mom to respond, I shot back

Yvonne flinched and scrambled

look. “Victoria, what’s your deal today? Why do you keep picking on Yvonne? She’s your daughter–the one you carried for ten months. Can’t you see how much

my mom’s perfect girl. But your daughter told my mom she wishes I had never been

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jumped in, smiling to smooth things over. “Jared, Victoria’s just fired up. Don’t take it hard. Yvonne, here–cola chicken wings.

pushed her plate away.

snagged it right up. “I’ll

sudden absence of my maternal warmth and

patiently helped Yvonne finish

two live–in servants to help take

back. “You handle the house stuff however you want. Fine

“Aren’t you my servant, Mom? Don’t you want to take

and need a break. Plus, I want to take a

frowned. “Yvonne’s in school. Where are

my hand, glancing at my smooth nails. “Chill

and from school,” Yvonne whined. Just moments ago, she’d

and latched onto my leg. “Mom, even though you scolded me earlier, I’m

my clever little girl, I could already see Jared in her. At her age, she’d picked up his best and

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