Chapter 37
Chapter 57
The room fell silent the second I spoke. Everyone turned to stare at me like I’d lost my mind. And maybe I had.
What kind of wife claps for her husband singing a love song with another woman? A smart one–because I had a plan. Jared told me not to bring up divorce again, so I’d just nudge things along another way.
Tracy was running out of time. She wanted my place badly. If she turned up the pressure on Jared, he’d give it a deep thought and cave eventually. And when he did, he’d come to me with that polite, detached tone and ask for a divorce–just
like last time.
In my previous life, he’d offered me the villa, 8% of his company shares, and some prime commercial properties. The only thing he wouldn’t compromise on was our daughter’s custody. On paper, it was more than enough to set me up for life.
Funny how I didn’t care about the money then. All I wanted was him. I truly believed holding onto that marriage meant security—that as long as I had him and his wealth, I’d be happy.
But life had a cruel way of teaching lessons. It wasn’t sudden disasters that wore me down, but the slow erosion of countless sleepless nights. The constant anxiety gnawing at my insides.
Before long, I had been barely holding myself together. Sunshine lost its warmth. I withdrew from friends, unable to bear their sympathetic glances. Avoided family gatherings, terrified they’d notice how fragile I’d become.
“Victoria, let’s go.” Jared’s voice snapped me back. My applause must have pissed him off because he snatched his blazer and strode out without another word.
I set down my snacks, took a slow sip of my coffee, and gave the room a breezy wave. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”
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