PopularNovelChapter 20 "Fine," I replied, closing my eyes to signal the discussion was over.
Like sand, men escaped when held too tightly. Push them too hard, and they'd only push back harder. It wasn't worth the fight.
Play by their rules, and their better nature might show itself. That was when a smart woman could claim her advantage.
I knew Jared from before-knew the only way to get anything from him was to play vulnerable. Let him pity me, and I might just get what I wanted.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe hours at the hospital passed quickly. Before we knew it, evening had arrived. Yvonne's cut turned out to be shallow, so after changing the dressing, the doctor cleared us to leave.
Our usually tic daughter actually grew more cautious after the scare.
Yvonne's injury kept her hfrom school the next day. Though she pleaded for company, I prioritized the hotel negotiations at Jared's company, confident the servants would care for her properly.
Jared frowned when I didn't offer to cancel my plans and stay at home.
This taround, I could no longer fake motherly affection, and Jared's silent stares made it clear he'd marked the change in me.
The powder-blue dress hugged my curves as I perfected my makeup.
Jared's voice cfrom beyond the bedroom door. "You're really going to the office? Yvonne needs you right now." "She'll manage." I fastened my earrings. "Six is plenty old to start learning self-reliance." "You've changed, Victoria," Jared said, his gaze sweeping over me. "There was a twhen you'd drop everything the moment Yvonne cried. A single cough would keep you glued to her side for days." "She's not a baby anymore. Six-year-olds don't need constant coddling. I walked myself to school at that age.” Even as I said it, I knew how hollow it sounded.
At six, she was caught between babyhood and childhood-still clinging toone moment, yet quick to take her future stepmother's side againstthe next.
Without another word, Jared disappeared downstairs to comfort Yvonne. The tantrum ended with his promises of a pony for the backyard.
I watched his indulgence with quiet satisfaction. He'd regret spoiling her like this.
In my previous life, he'd handed his entire company to Yvonne. She burned through hundreds of millions in a single year, a testament to her talent for financial ruin.
"Don't you loveanymore, Mom?" Yvonne sniffled from the couch, her injured leg carefully positioned. "You're all dressed up to leavewhen I'm hurt." "Love's more than words, darling," I said, smoothing my dress. "I need to work so we can have nice things. Listen to Joyce and Wendy, and callif you need anything." 1/2 Her six-year-old mind struggled with this twisted economics lesson.
Jared finally emerged from his consolation mission, "We can ride! together" he said, eyeing my En.
approach to my own car.
"No, I might need to go out later." I wasn't about to spend ttrapped in a car with a man 1 barely tolerated anymore. His car disappeared down the driveway without another word.
As I pulled away, a thrill ran through me-this independence would'ven terrified ed my past sel. Jared's money had keptcomfortable, but I refused to beg for another cent.
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