Chapter 64 Regret
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“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things. I never meant to dismiss everything you’ve done for this family. I know that ever since Yuna was born, you’ve had no freedom, no social life, and you’ve been stuck in an exhausting cycle of sleepless nights. The least I can do is make sure you never have to worry about material things.” Shawn’s voice was heavy as he spoke. Then, closing his eyes in pain, he added, “Tiffany, maybe one day, we really will get divorced. When that day comes… Will you regret it?”
My eyes lit up, and I stared at him. “Regret what?”
Seeing me suddenly so full of energy again, Shawn frowned. “Regret arguing with me. Regret being too proud. Hanzora isn’t your hometown. You’ve lived here for six years, but aside from Melanie, you don’t have anyone else. If we get divorced, where will you go
I nearly laughed at that. Shawn was still living in the delusion that I couldn’t survive without him.
He had no idea that I had already broken free from the shackles of worldly desires and material concerns. I was on a whole different level than him. There was no way I’d regret anything.
“Hubby, be honest with me–if we got divorced, would you give me a settlement?” I flicked my hair flirtatiously, looking at him with a sultry gaze I hadn’t used in ages.
Shawn’s frown deepened. He had brought up divorce half–jokingly to test my reaction, to see if he still had control over me. This was the kind of game manipulators played, treating fools like toys.
“I would. After all, we were husband and wife. I wouldn leave you with nothing,” he said, though it was clear he didn’t want to continue this conversation. He got up, ready to leave.
“Hubby, I knew I wasn’t making a losing bet when I married you,” I said with a smile. “As for where I’ll go after the divorce–Hanzora isn’t my birthplace, and I’m not that familiar with it. So I’ll just go back to Sudtirol. Worst case, I’ll head to Zleson–my brother is still studying there.”
Just as Shawn was about to leave, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. He turned to look at me, his lips pressed into a thin line, but he said nothing and walked out of my room.
The moment he was gone, I relaxed and immediately texted the private investigator I’d hired. “Any updates?”
He responded quickly, sending me a set of photos. Unfortunately, they were all of Shawn and Queena- walking separately but close together, him holding the tar door open for her, things like that. There were no photos of them hugging, kissing, or standing outside a hotel.
“I paid you 100,000 dollars, and this is all you got me? My anger flared, and immediately questioned him, “Are you even a professional?”
He sent a voice message right away, saying. “Mrs. Hartwell, I’ve done my best. My apprentice and I have been taking shifts, watching your husband’s mistress for 20 hours a day. It’s not easy for us either. This is all we’ve got
I couldn’t believe it.
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catch a single moment of physical intimacy?
That left only two possibilities–either the investigator hired wasn’t skilled enough, or Shawn and Queena had taken extreme precautions to keep their air hidden.
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To keep our working relationship intact, I didn’t press m too hard. I just told him to continue watching them and to make sure he got me something solid.
He agreed immediately. Once our conversation was over, I deleted all our messages.
The next day at noon, Yuna’s teacher called to inform me about an upcoming parent–teacher conference and asked me to attend.
Lately, Yuna has been enjoying school a lot. She looked forward to going every day and even insisted that I style her hair into cute little braids each morning. At night, she would sneakily use my makeup–she was already starting to care about her looks at such a young age.
Shawn didn’t come home for dinner that evening. Out of nowhere, Yuna asked in a small voice, “Mommy, do you have work on Thursday?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“Nothing. Just checking,” she said with a mischievous blink.
Her question made me think. The parent–teacher conference was on Thursday night, and she was bringing up my work schedule. Did she not want me to go?
“Yuna, your teacher mentioned the conference to me. I do have work that night, so how about I ask Daddy to go instead?” I said, testing her reaction.
“Sure! But Daddy might be busy too, and he doesn’t like showing up to these things,” she said, pouting. Then she looked up at me and asked, “Mommy, if you and Daddy both can’t go… Can I invite Ms. Tackman instead?”
Hearing that, a chill spread through me. So this was what she had been waiting to ask me all along.
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