Chapter 63 Another Agreement
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When I got home, I saw Shawn’s car parked at the entrance of the garden. He was back.
Finished
It was only around 9:30 p.m., though he might have just sent Yuna home with the driver before heading off for a romantic evening with Queenia.
“Daddy, are you feeling better? Do you want some more warm water?”
Just as I reached the entrance to the living room, I heard Yuna’s voice. When I stepped inside, both Shawn and Yuna turned to look at me. “Mommy, where did you go? Why are you back so late? Daddy drank a lot -he’s drunk,” Yuna said.
She was just a child, too young to understand. Whether or not Shawn got drunk had nothing to do with others pushing drinks on him–it was all about his mood. He must have been in high spirits, so he drank
too much.
“Is that so? Well, let him sleep it off, I said as I changed my shoes and headed upstairs.
“Mommy, aren’t you going to check on Daddy?” Yuna called out from the staircase.
I’m a bit tired. I’ll take a shower first.” I wasn’t in the mood. If he got drunk over his lover, then she could take care of him. As his wife, I knew where I stood.
After my shower, I brought Yuna upstairs and helped her bathe. While we were in the bathroom, she told me about the birthday party. She was smart–she didn’t mention a word about Queena and Shawn interacting.
“Mommy, I’m sleepy. You should go take care of Daddy Yuna murmured as she climbed into bed. She had a strict bedtime routine–once it was past ten, she’d fall asleep almost instantly.
I didn’t go downstairs. Instead, I went to my bedroom–there were still some salary reports I hadn’t finished reviewing, and I needed to look up some information on my computer.
Just as I was sitting at my desk, the door suddenly swung open. Shawn stood by the doorway, his face. flushed from the alcohol.
“Tiffany, are you still mad?” His voice carried an unmistakable edge of irritation.
I turned to look at him, my expression calm. “I’m working. I don’t have time to be mad.”
“All I did was celebrate Queena’s birthday. Do you have to be this petty? She’s the vice president of the company–she needs my approval as her boss…”.
“Then go. It’s your legs, not mine. I didn’t tie you down. I cut him off, my tone turning cold.
Shawn’s eyes widened, and in the next second, he strode over and yanked the documents from my hands. Without a moment’s hesitation, he tore them to shreds and flung the pieces into the air. The papers fluttered down around me like snowflakes.
“Tiffany, get this straight–I married you so you could take care of this home, not so you could throw tantrums like some jealous lunatic. He was more irritable than usual, probably because of the alcohol. His normally handsome face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger.
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His whole body stiffened as he stared at me.
Finished
I got up and leaned against the desk, meeting his gaze steadily. “From now on, we won’t interfere with each other’s lives. You can do whatever you want, and I can see whoever I want. We’ll each go our own way–I won’t demand that you come home early, and you wont ask where I’ve been.”
“Tiffany, what are you trying to do?” His face flushed with shock and humiliation. “Do you even realize how much you’ve benefited from this family? How much have I sacrificed? Every year, I pour a fortune into this household and you! The clothes in your closet your jewelry, your bags–I bought all of them for you. And now you’re talking to me about fairness?”
His bloodshot eyes burned with rage, like a beast on the verge of losing control. But I was calm.
I knew why he was angry. He was mad that I no longer played the role of the perfect wife, mad that I had developed a backbone, mad that I wasn’t trying to please him anymore,
But I wasn’t born just to cater to others…
I didn’t see the point in arguing. Winning or losing would only prove that this marriage was falling apart.
In my past life. I had played the jealous wife, the shrew, the bitter woman. In this life, I just wanted to live with dignity.
“Hubby, I know it’s hard for you to provide for this family. Back when I didn’t work, I never understood how exhausting it was to make a living. But now I do. So from now on, don’t waste so much money on me. I need to learn how to support myself. My voice was light, almost indifferent, as if I could discard him at any moment.
Shawn had expected me to cry, to get emotional, to beg for forgiveness,
But I remained calm and composed. His anger dissipated in an instant.
After over 30 years as husband and wife, I knew him well. His pride wouldn’t allow him to completely lose his temper, so he didn’t argue any further.
Instead, he simply sat down on the couch beside me, his expression dark and unreadable.
