Chapter 179 Not My Home Anymore
I stood off to the side, quietly watching. A few kids ran over, laughing and pointing excitedly.
Finished
Several mothers followed behind, plates and spoons in hand, crouching down to feed their children. A wave of heaviness pressed against my chest
That used to be my role. Yuna was a picky eater. Before she turned five, she wouldn’t touch anything spicy. I used to rack my brain learning how to cook dishes she’d like just so she’d eat a few more bites.
Later, she started liking spicy food. I knew it was because Queena had taught her to
My thoughts drifted, and even the soft glow of the lights around the courtyard blurred with emotion.
Just then, a little kid darted past, and I instinctively stepped back to avoid them.
Only to end up crashing into someone’s arms.
That person caught me by the waist with one hand, the other locking around my wrist, holding me tight from behind.
“Tiffany, are you missing Yuna?” Shawn had been drinking a little, and his voice was especially gentle and warm.
He must ve seen the dazed expression I had while watching the kids.
“No,” I said
flatly, prying his hands off and turning to head back to the private room.
He quickly caught up and blocked me in the corridor, his eyes meeting mine under the soft hallway lights. “Don’t drink anymore. You don’t hold your liquor well”
I let out a dry laugh. “You should worry about yourself first.”
I turned to leave, but something stopped me. I looked back at him and said, “Be more mindful of your words next time. Stop trying to stir up drama. In a little over five months, we’ll be divorced”
The words had just left my mouth when Amy stepped out from the restroom nearby.
It was obvious. She’d heard everything.
She stared at us, visibly shocked.
Panic surged through me. I turned on my heel and returned to the room without another word.
Damn it. I’d let my emotions slip again.
Shawn didn’t return to the room right away. He lingered with Amy for a few minutes, and when they both came back, she looked noticeably more cheerful, chatting and even joining others for drinks.
Shawn, on the other hand, seemed quieter than before. His eyes kept drifting toward me.
When dinner was over, I headed downstairs.
The company had sent a few cars. I’d parked my own earlier but didn’t feel like driving, so I got into one of the company cars.
I was originally sitting with a few of the senior women from the team, but as soon as Shawn walked over, they all awkwardly made space for him–until it was just the two of us in the car.
“Tiffany, I talked to Amy. She won’t say anything, don’t worry,” he said as the car pulled out onto the road.
I closed my eyes. The alcohol churned in my gut. I didn’t want to say a single word.
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Chapter 179 Not My Home Anymore
He didn’t speak again, either.
Since I hadn’t given the driver an address, he took us both straight back to the villa.
When I opened my eyes and realized where we were, I nearly lost it.
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Finished
“Tiffany, come on. It’s already II. Let William go home–his wife just gave birth to their second baby,” Shawn said before I could even speak knew exactly what I was thinking.
as if
I glanced at William. He did look exhausted.
So I gave a quiet thanks and stepped out of the car. The night breeze was cold, and it helped clear my head a little.
I turned and started walking away.
Shawn quickly caught up and grabbed my arm. “Where are you going? This is your home, where you’ve lived for six years.”
I yanked my arm free and replied calmly, “Not anymore. I’m going back to my home.”
“Tiffany, what do you want from me? How humble do I need to be for you to come back?” His voice rose behind me, raw and desperate.
I didn’t look back. I never wanted him to be humble. Because I knew how miserable that was.
“Come back.” Shawn suddenly surged forward and wrapped me tightly in his arms from behind. His voice was hoarse and shaky. Tiffany, I was wrong. Please don’t go. This house can’t exist without you. Yuna and I, we need you.”
This was drunk Shawn talking. The sober version of him would never say these things.
“I’ve already proven it. You two do just fine without me, I said, trying to pry his fingers away.
But he just tightened his grip, like he wanted to pull me into his body and never let go.
“Shawn, stop it. This isn’t you,” I said, angry now, raising my voice.
But he just clung to me like a stubborn child. “I don’t want you to leave. Tiffany, just stay tonight, please?”
“Sorry,” I said coldly. “Not happening.”
There wasn’t an ounce of warmth left in my tone. I wanted my voice to slice through his fantasy and drag him back to reality.
I wanted him to see clearly, without illusion, that the woman who once loved him was gone.
Her love had long since withered. Not a shred remained.
“Then let me love you, he whispered. “You don’t have to love me back. Just let me do the loving. Okay?”
He had to be drunk, and there was no other explanation for such ridiculous words.
“You’ve only ever loved one person–yourself. I don’t need your love. Give it to someone who actually wants it.” With that, I broke free from his grasp with even more force.
Maybe my words struck a nerve because suddenly, he lost all strength. I pulled away and walked off without looking back.
