Chapter 212 Beyond Repair
I had no idea what kind of storm was going on inside Shawn right now–and honestly, I didn’t care anymore.
“Are you joking?” That was Shawn’s second reaction–disbelief.
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Of course. In his eyes, I’d always been the well–behaved kind of woman. He knew how strictly my parents raised me–polite, educated, and with a strong sense of shame.
He probably never once believed I could stray. Even after the divorce, he must’ve thought it was just a tantrum that I’d eventually come back to him.
Men–they’re always that arrogant. Always too proud to face reality.
Only when I smashed that so–called ‘true love‘ of his into pieces and crushed it underfoot did he finally wake up. Who’s going to wait around for you forever?
Jace walked to my side and said softly, “Tiffany, I brought you breakfast.”
“Mhm, sit for a bit. I’ll talk to him for a minute,” I replied gently.
The very next second, I turned and headed for the door, and Shawn stormed after me, furious.
I hadn’t even reached the quieter stairwell when he grabbed my wrist and yanked me hard toward him.
My head hit his shoulder as he slammed me against the wall. His breath was ragged, his eyes bloodshot. “Tiffany, you don’t have to punish me like this–sleeping with some random guy. Please, don’t do this. It’s my fault. I’m begging you.”
I stood there, stunned.
He really was still living in his fantasy.
I shoved him off me and adjusted my torn robe.
Half my fair skin was exposed, and Shawn’s gaze lingered, dazed.
I stared out the window beside me, my tone calm. “Yeah, you made mistakes–but I’m not putting it all on you. I was wrong, too.”
He clearly didn’t like the talking about our relationship in this emotionless way. No emotions meant no hope.
But I’d already let go. I even realized where I went wrong.
I let out a light sigh, turned to him, and said, “You were charging forward, trying to move up in the world. And I just stayed in place, waiting. But over the years, I couldn’t even see your shadow anymore. It’s been what, over a year since you and Queena?”
His face went pale. Lips tightly pressed together. He said nothing.
I gave a bitter smile. “I didn’t grow with you. I stood still, and that was my mistake. I didn’t move forward at all. Then you’d come home, and I’d complain about chores, family gossip, and the baby crying. You must’ve been sick of me.”
He looked at me, eyes full of complicated emotions, completely stunned.
I closed my eyes briefly and opened them again. “Marriage is about growing together–sharing the same pace, finding common ground, mutual admiration. But when I stopped moving forward, Queena stepped into my place. And you let that happen.”
“Stop. Shawn pressed a hand to his forehead, voice hoarse. “If we know what went wrong, can’t we fix it? Try again?”
He looked so impatient, even though I was just laying out the facts. I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not that we can’t. It’s that we shouldn’t. You know how it goes–once the water’s spilled. vou can’t scoop it back. Once something breaks. it’s never the same
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Chapter 212 Beyond Repair
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I pulled my hand back and tucked it behind me, staring at him coldly. “Of course, you think it’s possible. You weren’t the one who got betrayed. You didn’t get hurt. So let me ask you–if I did sleep with him, would you still take me back?”
His pupils contracted. His voice came out low and angry as he questioned, “So you did sleep with him?”
I shook my head and laughed. “See? I was just making a point, and you’re already mad. You can’t even handle a what–if, so don’t stand there and tell me to be forgiving.”
“I know you’re lying,” he snapped. “But you don’t have to degrade yourself like this.”
“He’s younger than you. Better looking than you. If anything, I’m getting the better end of the deal. What part of that is degrading myself?” I shot back with a smirk.
He clenched his jaw, completely out of moves.
I turned cold again. “I’m hungry. I’m going to eat breakfast. You should leave.”
“I’m not going-” Suddenly as if he’d lost all control, he lunged at me, pulling me into a tight hug and burying his head in my hair. His voice was rough and low as he pleaded, “Tiffany, come back. Please.”
I’m not coming back, Shawn,” I warned him, firm and calm. “Clinging like this–it’s beneath your dignity.”
His body froze. But a second later, he crossed the line again. “If I don’t have you, what use is dignity?”
I actually laughed at how absurd he was. Shawn had it in him to be a pathetic simp, too.
“Have you ever thought about it, Shawn?” I asked, locking eyes with him. If we really got back together, the Hartwells would never know peace again. Your family’s never going to accept me. And I’ve already burned every bridge with them.”
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