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I observed the addition of Shawn. Hazel, and Vincent to the group chat. Then Susanna renamed it “Home
of Love“.
It was a cheesy name–but also kind of honey. “This will be the group for anything related to picking up the kids,” Susanna announced. I replied with a quick, “Got it. Shawn sent a simple, “Okay,” Hazel immediately dropped a voice message, saying she had just started her own business and didn’t have time for this. Vincent didn’t reply at all.
Since it wasn’t my turn to pick up the kids, I headed to the dance studio where I used to take classes. I had a solid foundation, and in my past life, I had danced for years. Rhythm was in my blood.
As soon as I walked in, the instructor waved me over. “Let’s record a clip of the routine we practiced last time, You nailed it.”
Dancing w
my escape. But I didn’t like being recognized, so I ran downstairs and bought a face mask. I also borrowed a baseball cap from a classmate.
I was wearing white denim shorts and a light, cropped tee. My waist–length hair was loose, and with everything except my eyes covered, I danced alongside the stunning instructor.
It was meant just for the students watching in the studio, but someone on the side started recording us. didn’t even notice. I was lost in the moment, fully immersed.
After we finished, someone ran over to ask if I was a guest instructor–they said I danced with such
emotion.
The dance instructor gave me an approving look. “Wanna teach here? I think the girls love your style. You’ve got a natural feel for rhythm.”
I shook my head. “I just came to unwind a little. I don’t have time to teach.”
“These girls are planning to go into show business. Money’s not an issue for them,” she added casually.
I froze for a second. Come to think of it, when I signed up for classes here, I never actually said what I did for a living. Maybe they thought I was just an average mom who needed the extra cash.
“I’ve got other work, I refused gently. “And a kid at home.”
I danced until just after 6 p.m., then went home, took a shower, and started studying Englarian.
The fact was I couldn’t get that scene out of my head–Shawn and Queena, singing that emotional duer together. I swore I’d master this language. One day, I’d grab a handsome guy and sing a romantic Englarian ballad right in front of Shawn. Fair’s fair.
Shawn didn’t come home tonight. Not that I was surprised. Without Yuna here, there wasn’t a single soul in this house he actually cared about.
He didn’t come home for three days in
a
TOW.
So much for saying he and Queena weren’t a thing. He must’ve thought I was a total fool.
Men like Shawn–rich, charming, and successful–are always hunters.
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Even if it’s not Queena, it’ll be Joyce, Or Kate. Or someone else. Guys like Shawn will never stop chasing the thrill of the hunt.
Well, fine. I decided I’d join the game too. I want to be hunter too.
But first, I wanted to get divorced. I’d rather hunt while single, keeping it clean. At least then I’d have the moral high ground.
The most urgent thing right now? Ending this marriage
Queena really let me down this time. In my last life, she got pregnant around this time. She had an abortion and milked Shawn’s sympathy until he threw divorce agreement at me before I even knew what hit me.
Now? I’m getting impatient just waiting for those paper
I called my private investigator again to ask for updates.
“Nothing juicy yet,” he sighed. That’s when a bold new idea popped into my head.
“I’ll pay you an extra five grand. From now on, follow Shawn closely. He might be seeing someone else. If you can’t catch him with Queena, maybe someone else will show up.”
I needed evidence–plain and simple.
He perked up instantly. “Thanks, boss. Consider it doner
As for the divorce settlement? Oh, I was going to fight for what I deserved. There’s no way I’m walking away from this marriage empty–handed. I’m not that noble.
I’ve come to realize something: once you’ve tasted wealth and power–once you’ve lived that life–it’s hard to give it up. Beautiful women are often sculpted by money. Discipline can keep you fit, sure, but it’s money that gives you that poise- that confidence..
Money was
my
backbone. It’s what helps me stand tall against everything that comes my way.
Shawn had worked hard over the years, sure. But I’d held this home together. Maybe I didn’t bring in paychecks, but I earned my share in sweat and sacrifice I wanted what was mine.
Night fell, and a sudden storm swept in. I left the temperary office at Apex Hotel without an umbrella, and my car was parked far away in the back lot.
Everyone else had already left–I was the last one out.
I figured I’d wait until the rain let up, then make a run for it.
The rain slowed. I lifted the hem of my skirt, ready to sprint-
Suddenly, a silver Bentley pulled up in front of me. Shawn stepped out, holding a black umbre on, he said. “I’ll drive you home.
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