Chapter 167 Self–doubt
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I watched as Shawn fell into his familiar trap of self–doubt and internal conflict. I felt no stirring inside. These were emotions that once consumed me, but after everything, after being reborn, I had learned to let go. Now, they no longer held any power over me. Emotions, when clung to, can be suffocating–twisting and tormenting you
I lowered my gaze and let out a quiet laugh. “You don’t get hap more than you’ve asked for, that’s when happiness slips away.”
if you’re never content. When you get greedy and want
Shawn’s eyes flickered, confusion clouding his face. I stood up, turning my back to him, my hands resting on the windowsill as I looked out at the world beyond. “You already know the answer, but you won’t face it. When desires go unmet, people spiral. The more they want and can’t have, the deeper their sorrow
I turned toward him again. “You want too much. Maybe you should try letting go.”
For a moment, Shawn was frozen, his body tense. At the words ‘let go, he stood abruptly, his movements sudden and desperate. He rushed toward me, his arms wrapping around me, pinning me against the windowsill.
He lowered his head, searching for my lips.
I clenched my jaw, pressing my lips together, refusing him entry. But he was relentless, brushing his lips against mine with a hunger I couldn’t ignore. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled back, his voice shaking as he held me tighter. “T understand all of this. Tiffany. I just can’t do it.”
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Frustration surged through me. I pushed against him, but he only tightened his hold, his breath growing ragged. “I couldn’t sleep without you these past few days. Do you know that? I’m losing my mind thinking about
you.
His words caught me off guard. Shawn, the calm, controlled man, the one who never showed weakness, was unraveling. How could he sound so desperate? How could he be this lost!
No, this wasn’t the same Shawn. This version of him seemed different. It seemed like he actually cared.
“Shawn, let go of me, I demanded, fury welling up inside me. I thought of the lonely nights I spent tossing in bed, aching for something anything. The memory of that painful loneliness made me want to hurt him, to make him feel what I had.
“Not happening” Shawn muttered, his voice raw and low. He leaned in again, his lips coming for mine.
His actions were a mix of desperation and arrogance. I fought back with all my strength, but instead of pulling away, he deepened the kiss. His lips forced their way in, and a rush of heat flooded me. One hand gripped the back of my head, holding me still, while his other hand pressed firmly against my waist. His legs trapped me against the window.
I stopped fighting, realizing that my resistance only seemed to fuel his desire.
I stood still, letting him kiss me, but I could feel the shift in his energy. Slowly, his frenzy began to fade. His eyes, once dark with passion, clouded with regret. When he saw my blank, emotionless expression, shame flickered in his gaze. He stepped back, releasing me, frustration and guilt hanging in the air
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“I’m sorry, Tiffany … …he whispered, his voice low and apologetic.
I took a slow, steadying breath, pushing my emotions aside. “Sign these papers. I’m leaving now.”
Shawn’s gaze was intense, his eyes studying me for any sign of what I was thinking. His hand shook slightly as he picked up the pen,
and for a moment, he nearly signed in the wrong spot. He quickly corrected himself, then signed his name with a
swift motion.
Tiffany, I just-
I cut him off, my voice icy, “Spare me your explanation. I snatched the papers from the table, turned on my heel, and walked
The momẩng the door clicked chut købind me. I headed sealeku for the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and turned on
Chapter 107 Self doubt
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Five months and twenty days. That was how much time remained until my divorce from Shawn. I had it counted down in my mind.
As I stood there, I thought about the promise Shawn had made–his shares in the company. He would keep it. He always did. This fight, this struggle, wasn’t for anyone else. It was for the money.
It was strange, really. Once you stop loving someone, their touch becomes repulsive. There was a time when I had adored him, when his slightest touch could make my heart race. Now, his touch only made me recoil.
When he kissed me, all I felt was disgust.
After work. I had planned to take my parents out for dinner. But they’d had a long day and decided they didn’t want to go out. They preferred a quiet night in, cooking at home.
I dashed to the supermarket, grabbed everything I needed, and hurried back home.
When I got upstairs, I was greeled by my mom, ready to help with the groceries. I placed my bag down, tied an apron around my waist, and gently pushed her out of the kitchen. Tm cooking tonight, Mom. You and Dad go watch TV
She frowned, her concern obvious. “You’ve been working all day. Why don’t you take a breather?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled. “I haven’t cooked in a while, and I want to see if I still remember how
From the side, my dad chuckled. “Let her have a turn. It’s been too long since I’ve had one of her meals.”
My mom shot him a playful glare. “Can you be more supportive? You’re supposed to care about her.”
