Chapter 148 He’s So Hard to Figure Out
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I really didn’t want to cry. It felt pointless, and I knew it would only make the other person think I was looking for pity
I struggled to hold back the tears, but they came anyway.
I turned away, unable to face his surprised gaze
He stayed quiet, though his usually strong face had a faint pallor
Taking a slow, steady breath. I said in a calm voice. I don’t want to argue. I just want a resolution. What will you give me if we divorce? I won’t ask for anything. The child is yours. I won’t fight for custody.
With that. I grabbed my bag and walked off without giving Shawn a chance to respond.
Leaning against the elevator wall, my emotions were far from stable. I gently wiped away the tears that had escaped, my fingers brushing my cheeks. The reflective elevator doors showed my image. No longer was I the fragile woman waiting for a man’s affection, but rather a warrior ready for banle, armored and determined.
This was the new me, reborn, stepping out of my comfort zone and relying on myself to shape my future.
I had no idea what Shawn was thinking, but knowing him, he’s a man of action. I’ve said my piece, and now he should be prepared to end this toxic relationship. letting both of us move on and find peace.
Tonight. I stayed in an apartment I had bought before.
It was the first time I hadn’t returned to that house, and this apartment, though modest, was spacious and beautifully designed. It was quiet, perfect for a peaceful retreat. I came here now and then to tidy up, and although it lacked the bustle of life, it offered a sense of tranquility.
Shawn didn’t contact me again, but Yuna sent me a message, asking where I had gone, if I had encountered any danger, or if I had been hurt.
Reading the unexpected concern from my daughter made my eyes welled up. In the end, I decided to turn off my phone
Maybe I had expected too much from a six–year–old child. I just wish she could empathize with my situation and understand the struggles I face as a mother.
Now, she appeared more mature and thoughtful, but my heart had already hardened.
I hoped that when she grew up, she wouldn’t see me as fragile, unsure, or overly sensitive.
Let Shawn raise her. Perhaps she’d become strong and not fall into the same mistakes I made in the past.
That evening. I spent a lot of time reflecting and ultimately made up my mind to divorce.
Shawn was a good man, but we were no longer a fit.
I didn’t seek perfection, but I knew what kind of life would bring me peace and happiness.
I spent the day doing nothing.
On the third day, I decided it was time to resign from the company. Even though I had poured my heart into Apex Hotel, it was never truly mine.
By the time I got to the office, it was already past ten. I was in the middle of writing my resignation letter when the landline rang. It was Shawn calling.
“Did you get enough rest?” His voice was as soothing as always.
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I tensed up at the mention of it, responding quickly, Tm not going tomorrow. I’m handing in my resignation today”
There was a pause before Shawn’s voice came through again, “The Apex Hotel will be undergoing renovations in two months. Are you planning to quit before that?”
I didn’t want to leave, but the situation had spiraled beyond my control, and the decision wasn’t mine to make.
“You could find a better manager than me,” I suggested.
“Tiffany. I understand you’re upset, but this is business. You can avoid me, but you still have responsibilities. Since I’ve entrusted the Apex Hotel to you and don’t have a better alternative, there are some terms I hadn’t mentioned before. In the future, you’ll manage these two hotels, and I’ll offer you an extra salary, no less than three million annually, plus half of the hotel’s profits, which is also in your contract. Think it over, Shawn said before hanging up.
For a moment, I was left stunned. Three million a year? And a share of the profits?
Quickly, I started calculating in my head. It was a guaranteed win.
Shawn really seemed to get me. Knowing I was focused on money lately, he practically threw it at me every day.
He was an undeniably cunning and devious man, but what about his temperament? Wasn’t he upset by what I said that night? He’s so hard to figure out
I knocked on his office door, and there he was, sitting in a black leather chair with a cigarette in hand. As soon as he noticed me, he quickly put it out, his dark eyes fixed on me.
1 approached him, but before I could say anything, he slid a contract toward me, saying, “If you’re unsure and afraid I might alter it you can have your lawyer friend review it.”
