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“It’s not just for now, it’s never going to happen.” Yuna tightened her hands into fists, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Beside her, Susanna chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re so headstrong for someone so young. Our family need a son. One day, someone has to run your daddy’s business.”
“I can do it.” Yuna declared, pulling out her chest.
I spoke up softly, “But didn’t you once say that a woman’s place is at home, raising children instead of chasing a career?”
Yuna’s face turned red. Those were the values she’d grown up with, after all.
She muttered under her breath, “I’m not the same as you. Gramps and Granny doesn’t have the capability. so you have no choice but to stay home and care for the kids.”
Shawn’s expression darkened. “Enough, Yuna. Let’s drop this and cat.”
After the meal, Susanna took Yuna away while I accompanied Shawn to the office.
That evening, Queena arranged a company dinner, gathering the company’s top executives in an extravagant private lounge. The space was lavish, complete with a karaoke system. A dozen men and women lounged on the sofas, sipping their drinks. I hadn’t intended to come, but Shawn insisted.
Queena didn’t seem pleased by my presence. Just to irritate her, I tagged along
Shawn, being reserved, had no interest in lively gatherings. While others belted out songs, he quietly sipped his tea. In contrast, Queena was quite active. It was unclear who played an Englarian love song, but soon, its soft melody filled the room.
She suddenly walked over and extended the microphone toward Shawn. “Mr. Hartwell, join me for a song.
Without even glancing at me, Shawn took the mic. A gentle, delighted smile curled on Queena’s lips.
Yet, as if remembering my presence, she turned and smiled sweetly. “Mrs. Hartwell, you don’t mind if I sing with your husband, do you?”
I answered without hesitation. “Not at all. I’ve never heard him sing before. I’d love to.”
Shawn shot me a look, his expression unreadable. He said nothing.
Their duet began, their voices flowing seamlessly in perfect Englarian, rich with emotion. Shawn’s voice caught me off guard. It was unexpectedly captivating. Deep, magnetic, carrying a charm that was entirely. his own.
I had never heard him sing before. I had no idea he possessed such talent.
A sharp pang settled in my chest. I truly was a failed wife.
Each time Queena took her turn, her gaze softened as she looked at Shawn. In her eyes, there was admiration and reverence, along with a lingering emotion that seemed like a hint of unspoken affection.
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short. My nature was too blunt, too straightforward, I liked the grace, the allure that drew them in. I had never tried to be anything other than a good wife and mother.
And yet, it was obvious that Shaw the way she looked at him. His face flushed slightly, whether from
the alcohol or something deeper, I couldn’t tell.
I’d seen him look like this before. However, it’s usually in bed, on rare occasions when it happened.
Queena had a rare talent. Just one song from her was enough to stir Shawn’s emotions.
I lowered my head, eating popcorn. Once the song ended, the room was swallowed by silence. Without hesitation. I clapped first. “Hubby, that was really good.
My words shattered the quiet, and all eyes turned to me
They must have thought I was ridiculous. Any other woman would have stormed out if her husband sang a love song with another woman. Yet, instead of making scene, I chose to applaud.
But I had my own reasons. Since Shawn had forbidden me from ever bringing up divorce again. I needed a different approach to move things along.
Queena wasi’t young. She was two years older than me already in her late twenties. She had to be eager to secure her position.
As long as she applied enough pressure, Shawn would eventually give in and agree to divorce on good. terms. Just like before, he would offer me the villa, eight percent of the company’s shares, and several commercial properties under his name. The only thing he wouldn’t part with was custody of our daughter. Everything else would be mine, enough to keep me financially secure for life.
But in my past life, none of that mattered to me. I only cared about him, not wealth. I believed that if I held onto him, I would never have to worry about struggling. I thought that keeping my marriage and material comforts intact meant I would always be happy.
But in truth, pressure could break a person, and emotions could be suffocating.
The constant worry, sleepless nights, and unbearable mental strain–within just a few years, I nearly lost my mind. Even on the brightest days, I felt an icy chill creeping over me. I avoided familiar faces, afraid they would whisper behind my back. Even my own family became people I feared, worried they would truly believe I had lost my mind.
“Tiffany, let’s go home,” Shawn said. Maybe my applause unsettled him. He grabbed his suit and strode toward the exit.
I set down the popcorn, took a sip of tea, and bid farewell to everyone in the room.
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