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The morning light poured in, but I remained resolute in my decision. Divorce was the only way forward. Shawn still fought it, and Yuna had become unrecognizable because of it. My mother–in–law’s patience had worn thin.
Let the storm come. I was no longer afraid.
Shawn arrived early, carrying bottles of expensive wine and some gifts for my mother.
I opened the door to find him standing there, eyes red from lack of sleep. A flicker of surprise crossed his face when he saw
- me.
Are your parents still asleep?” His voice was low, hoarse from exhaustion.
I couldn’t hide my frustration. “You didn’t need to bring all of this,” I said, frowning. His sudden change in attitude confused me. Was it only what he couldn’t have that he valued?
Tiffany,” he began, his voice rougher now. “Your parents coming all the way here… It’s not easy. These gifts are just a way to show respect. Please, don’t refuse them.”
I crossed my arms tightly. “We agreed to a divorce in six months. Stop with these pointless gestures. There’s no need to make things more complicated between us.”
My words hit him hard, freezing him in place. He set the gifts down, his movements stiff, then turned and walked away.
I watched him go, his back rigid. I didn’t feel pity for him.
The end of my past life had shaped my choices now. This time, I would walk a different path.
No matter how perfect Shawn appeared, I wouldn’t be swayed.
When my parents finally woke up and saw the gifts Shawn had left, their faces darkened.
Tiffany, Shawn’s not a bad guy, is he?” Mom asked, her voice softer now, hope flickering in her eyes.
“He’s decent. Just can’t seem to stop cheating, I replied, my eyes still on my phone. My tone was flat.
Dad, sipping his tea, chuckled. “As a man, let me tell you this: once à guy gets a taste of the forbidden fruit of novelty, he might hold it off one time. Two times, maybe, but that’s just his morality speaking. Third time? He’s letting it loose.”
Mom shot him a sharp look. “Well, well, Mr. Expert on Cheating. You feel like you missed out because you never cheated?”
Dad stood up quickly, flustered. “It’s not about me! I’m just trying to make sure Tiffany sees things clearly about men and their cheating!”
I chuckled lightly, shaking my head. “Enough of this. Cheating? There’s nothing to talk about. If you can put up with it, keep going. If not, leave. No one ever told us there’s a gray area between right and wrong, but after living through enough, you realize: it’s not about what’s right or wrong. It’s about what works for you”
“Look at that,” my dad remarked, nodding in approval. “Tiffany’s got a better mindset than us.”
I stood up, gathering my things. “Alright, Dad, Mom, you two enjoy yourselves. I’ve got to head to work.”
can handle
My mom’s voice trailed after me, still filled with concern. Tiffany, about the hotels. Do you really think you them? And what if you and Shawn divorce? Won’t all that effort be wasted? He’ll just take back the management rights.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, giving her a calm smile. “Don’t worry, I’m just building experience. I never said I planned. to run these hotels forever. As long as I’m growing. I’m not scared of anything. Money, power–they’ll come.” With that, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
11:25 AM
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Amy was already at the office, ready for work. She had more charm than Queena. Queena was all about business, but Amy knew how to juggle both her career and personal life with ease.
“Good morning. Mrs. Hartwell. Amy greeted, flashing a bright smile. “Mr. Hartwell isn’t coming in today. What’s going on?”
I hadn’t expected Shawn to take the day off. I shrugged, responding casually, “He probably just didn’t get enough rest.”
Amy’s sharp gaze darted around before her smile widened. “Mrs. Hartwell, I’ve heard Mr. Hartwell is quite the popular figure around here. That must be some pressure for you.”
I paused, taken aback for a second, then laughed. “Don’t worry. Only someone completely out of their mind would develop feelings for their boss.”
“Oh? Tell me more.” Amy said, her eyebrows arched in curiosity.
I took the coffee from my assistant and sipped it slowly, savoring the warmth. “Some women want to be their boss’s little workwife, flirting to get ahead and more money. But what they’re really doing is giving away emotional labor. And the boss? He’s just using that to get more work out of them. Just look at the girl who came before you.”
Amy’s smile faltered, and she awkwardly cleared her throat. “I know a little about Queena.”
I offered a tight smile, my tone colder now. “Let’s just focus on the work. See you later.”
Amy stood frozen for a moment, her expression shifting, before she finally walked away.
I had just given Amy a much–needed reality check. If you’re here to work, then work. Office romance? Who even has time for that? The point of having colleagues is to outwork them.
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