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Shawn seemed to have an even worse headache. He suddenly leaned toward me, his masculine presence enveloping me.
“Buy her a gift tomorrow afternoon and make her feel better,” he said, his warm breath brushing against my neck, bringing a wave of heat.
“I’m not doing that.” My temper flared instantly,
Shawn’s expression tightened for a long moment. “Do you really plan to stay at odds with your daughter forever?”
“If she can’t learn to respect me as her mother, then being enemies isn’t out of the question,” I said coldly, leaving no room for negotiation.
“Tiffany, you’re an adult. Why are you picking fights with a child?” Shawn was angry, his gaze pressing down
on me.
I met his angry stare and couldn’t help but find it amusing. I really had changed. In my past life, Shawn had always been distant and indifferent, treating me with nothing but polite detachment. But now, it seemed like I could anger him every day, stirring his emotions at will.
“Hubby, do you still love me?” I asked softly, meeting his angry gaze.
Shawn frowned, looking like he had no interest in discussing this.
I lowered my eyes in disappointment. “I heard that the best way to teach a child is for the father to love the mother. Maybe Yuna doesn’t respect me because you’ve forgotten how to love me.”
“That’s nonsense,” Shawn dismissed my theory outright. “You’ve been in a bad mood lately. Yuna doesn’t feel your motherly love, so she’s acting out.”
“I’m not some lifeless doll. Push me too far, and of course, I’ll snap.” I turned to face the window, my voice laced with indifference.
Shawn sneered mockingly. “Then why didn’t you lose your temper before? Were you just playing the long game, or are you really that tolerant? Holding it in for six years?”
A sharp pain stabbed at my heart. Six years? If only it were just six. In my past life, I endured for 30 years. Maybe I was a masochist back then?
I was already set on divorce. I had no interest in carefully maintaining this relationship anymore. Since Shawn asked, I might as well be honest. “I endured it because I loved you. But if that love is gone, you mean nothing to me.”
My words hit like a direct blow. Half the alcohol seemed to drain from Shawn’s system as he stared at me in disbelief.
He stared for at least five seconds.
I met his gaze head–on–calm, steady, and unshaken.
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Suddenly, the car swerved hard in his direction to avoid a cyclist.
The force of inertia sent me straight into his arms, my hands instinctively gripping his shirt tightly.
Above me, I heard Shawn let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle.
My breath hitched. I froze in his embrace for a moment before quickly sitting back up.
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“Tiffany, we’ve been together for so long–love isn’t a novelty anymore,” Shawn brushed off my question.
“So being together for years means we don’t need love to keep things going? Why don’t we just become siblings then? You be my brother, I’ll be your sister. We can treat this house like a hotel and run our marriage like family ties-”
“Tiffany, you’re crossing the line,” Shawn cut me off coldly.
I went silent immediately, and he didn’t say another word either.
The car pulled into the villa’s courtyard, the heavy tension hanging between us.
Mona and Beata hadn’t returned to work yet, leaving the villa in complete silence.
William drove the car away as I quietly headed upstairs. After that argument, I figured I’d finally get a peaceful night’s sleep.
From what I knew of Shawn, whenever I upset him, he’d ignore me for at least ten days, maybe even two weeks.
Perfect. That was exactly what I wanted.
I went into the bathroom to take a bath. After drinking tonight, a warm soak sounded even better. I sank into the bathtub, added a few drops of rose essential oil, and closed my eyes, enjoying this moment of peace.
No rebellious daughter, no cold husband–just warm water gently soothing my heart. So quiet. So peaceful.
But when I stepped out of the bathroom, I found a man sitting on the other side of the bed.
After taking a shower, Shawn sat there flipping through a magazine, and my eyebrows twitched.
What was going on?
I had clearly pissed him off–wasn’t he supposed to stay out of my bedroom for at least ten days, maybe even two weeks?
Unless … did he have memory loss? Forget how he used to act?
The moment Shawn saw me step out, his gaze locked onto me. I was wearing a pure white silk nightdress- short, delicate–the smooth fabric accentuating the glow of my fair skin.
The epitome of a perfect wife.
Shawn stared for a moment before asking in a low voice “Can we sleen now?”
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“I’m tired,” I said, pressing my fingers to my temple, pretending to be exhausted. No way was I letting him have his way.
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