Chapter 128 A Good Wife
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Yuna’s endless reassurances on the phone irritated me–because I knew her promises were like bubbles, one touch and they’d
burst
“Okay, stop crying. Just think things through before you do anything from now on. I’m hanging up now,” I said, cutting her off. I didn’t comfort her, nor did I try to coax her. I simply ended the call
Shawn stared at me from the side, looking shocked, as if he was thinking, how could I be so cold and heartless? Yuna was over there crying for her mom, and I just brushed her off with a few words.
I returned the phone to him and rested my head on the table, staying quiet.
I wished Yuna would behave like she did in my past life. Then, I could hate her and ignore her without feeling guilty.
But now, who made her apologize like that? Why was she crying? Didn’t she like Queena?
A hand suddenly rested on my shoulder, and I heard Shawn’s soft voice, comforting me, “It’s all right, don’t cry. Yuna might have been spoiled by us. She’s said hurtful things before, but she’s still just a kid, so can you let it go? I’ve talked to her and told her that from now on, no matter what happens, she needs to treat you with the love and respect that a mother deserves. There can be no lack of discipline.”
I froze at his words and turned to look at Shawn, my eyes already red and swollen.
When Shawn saw I was indeed crying, his tone softened. “I know you’re hurting too, Tiffany. Yuna and I won’t upset you anymore. Can we not mention the divorce again””
I was taken aback. Wasn’t Shawn supposed to be drafting the divorce papers right now?
What is he doing right now?
Gifting houses, apologizing, and making our daughter promise to me–is he trying to win me back?
Ha, the plot was so confusing. Shouldn’t it be following what happened in my past life?
Seeing that I didn’t respond, Shawn probably thought I might be giving in. He immediately hugged me, resting his chin on my shoulder and speaking softly, “What couple doesn’t argue? But after the argument, you understand what each other really wants. I know you’re upset, and I’m under pressure too. I hope you can understand, Tiffany. It’s all over now, okay?”
I pushed him away. No. This time, I couldn’t move past it.
The warm atmosphere vanished as I shattered it, and Shawn’s gaze became intense;
I looked down at my phone, building a wall in my heart.
Even if Shawn hadn’t yet cheated in this life, even if he just got distracted for a moment, thinking of the humiliation and pain from my past life, he would only be a passing figure in this one.
Society doesn’t see things in black and white; there was always a gray area, and emotions are no different. Perhaps in my past life, I overvalued love, or maybe it was my insecurity and fear of being judged by others, worrying that divorce would bring shame to my parents. But in reality, my failed marriage deeply affected my parents, who loved and cared for me. I let thems downl
Shawn suddenly became hard to read. When he saw I wouldn’t talk to him, he turned his attention to his own tasks.
We landed and headed to the hotel, where Shawn had reserved a presidential suite with two rooms.
Tiffany, I’m sorry. I know you’re a woman with a pure heart who values love above all else. Give me some time, and I’ll get my heart back on track, okay? Shawn seemed to be quoting some romance novel, suddenly acting all thoughtful and considerate
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That night passed quietly.
Finished
The next morning. Shawn took me to the sales office. We first toured the model apartment. In Craneport, where every inchi of land was precious, this place wasn’t cheap. Yet Shawn paid without a second thought, and the deed was in my name alone.
After handling the paperwork for the house, Shawn took me out for lunch at a restaurant with a beautiful view. The window looked out over the business hub and shopping paradise of Craneport
Shawn sipped his tea gracefully, smiling as he said, “Tiffany, we’ve been married for so many years, and we rarely have moments like today, just the two of us having a meal. I’m sorry. I’ve been so busy with work that I neglected you.”
I took a sip of tea as well, smiling as I replied. “It’s fine. I’ve had my own faults too. You don’t need to apologize”
Shawn froze, looking at me and saying. “To me, you’re a good wife. I’ve just been too ungrateful.”
“What makes a good wife! For the past six years, I’ve been stuck in my comfort zone, enjoying life without ambition, never making an effort to change and keep up with you. I’ve been a lazy wife.” As Shawn complimented me, I joined in with my own self–reflection.
Shawn chuckled helplessly. “Don’t say that. I married you because I wanted to give you a good life. You’re so beautiful. When I first saw you, you were like a peony bud, ready to bloom–you’re a flower, and flowers should be cherished and nurtured.”
