Chapter 147 Let’s Divorce
What’s going on
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With a quiet voice, Shawn replied, “As far as I know, she had a boyfriend before she came back here. Im guessing that’s her boyfriend’s child,”
“But you… but aren’t you two so in tune with each other? I can’t believe there’s no real relationship between you. My voice shook with anger and fear. Things weren’t going as I’d hoped.
“We’re still just admiring each other, how could there be any real relationship?” he said, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. Please stop being paranoid. From this poim forward, I want us to at least have some basic faith in each other, as a married pair should.”
“I don’t believe a word you say I hissed, my jaw clenched in fury.
Noticing my agitation, Shawn let out a soft laugh. His expression gentled, and he stepped closer. “Okay, Tiffany, let’s not fight anymore. I get it, you’re hurt because you care.
“Keep your hands off me. I jerked away as his fingers reached for me.
His arm stopped mid–movement, his face darkening with frustration. “Tiffany, how long are you going to stir things up
this
“You’ve already betrayed me in your heart. You’re no longer clean,” I said coldly, eyes locked on his.
Shawn paused, taken aback. His mouth tightened. “And what about you? Haven’t you emotionally cheated with Ethan?”
My chest tightened at those words. So he had suspicions about Ethan and me.
His gaze dropped, his voice quieter now. “Tiffany, why don’t we call it a draw? I won’t question what happened between you and him, and you let go of what happened between me and Queena. Deal?”
“Not a chance. Every situation has its own consequences” I stared him down..
He gave a tired sigh and looked at me like he was running out of options. “Maybe you should get in touch with your dad and mom. They’ll probably start to worry.
“Did you tell them?” I gasped in shock.
“I think it was my mom who called them,” Shawn replied calmly.
At that moment, my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw it was my mother calling. I shot Shawn an accusing look before quickly heading to the balcony
My mother’s voice came through, asking if everything was okay. I quickly threw together a few excuses to ease her worries. She urged me not to act so immature, not to be so stubborn, and spoke highly of Shawn. I barely heard her words, letting them pass right by me,
After I hung up, Shawn asked, “Your mom didn’t worry, did she?”
I gave him a cold reply, “From now on, don’t drag my dad or mom into my problems.”
Shawn studied me, his expression conflicted. “Your temper has been getting worse lately.”
I was stunned, staring at him before speaking. “Perhaps this is who I really am. Before, I was only pretending–pretending to be kind, pretending to be gentle, pretending to be generous and thoughtful. Shawn, even if Queena’s child isn’t yours, it’s time we divorce. I can’t keep up the act any longer
In an instant, Shawn froze, his face twisted in disbelief.
Chapter 147 Let’s Divorce
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Let’s forget about divorce and dividing assets for a moment. This relationship, after enduring the ups and downs of two lifetimes, had already developed a deep rift that couldn’t be healed. My feelings had changed too. I couldn’t love him the way Lonce did
With no emotional connection left, parting ways was the only logical step.
Shawn seemed to be in shock. Indeed, in less than a month. I had become someone almost unrecognizable to him.
Well, he is who he is, and I am who I am. We’re apart now, and there’s no chance of us ever resembling a couple again.
Tiffany, do you really hear yourself?” Shawn’s face reddened with fury as he bit back his words, muttering. “Our relationship is fine, we have a child, and a home, and now you want a divorce?”
I met his eyes, which were beginning to fill with anger, and replied coolly, “Yes. You don’t love me anymore, and I don’t love you either. With no feelings left, divorce is the only way forward*
“When did I ever say I don’t love you! It’s clearly you who are being unreasonable!” Shawn snapped, his frustration evident.
Im sick of hearing that phrase being unreasonable“. It’s starting to wear on me, and my patience is running thin. I glared at him, sarcasm lacing my words, “So, as a wife, if I express a little dissatisfaction, if I step out of line, or even if I speak my mind you label it as unreasonable! Shawn, you say you respect me, but what you really want is control. You’ve never loved
as an equal. I’ve always been nothing more than an accessory to you. Is it unreasonable for an accessory to defend itself?”
As I spoke, tears unexpectedly welled up in my eyes. I wasn’t sure if it was sorrow or frustration, or maybe it was the sting of my first attempt at scheming, which had failed and left my confidence shattered.
Shawn stood frozen, dumbfounded. His once gentle wife, whom he always thought of as delicate and docile, was now unleashing her fury upon him. He had never expected this. He always thought she was the carefully chosen, understanding woman, the one who would never fight back. But now, she had grown sharp, like a thorn, trying desperately to break free from his grip, from his control
