Chapter 87 It Takes Skill to Keep a Man
Finished
When Shawn came out, he looked completely unfazed, as if nothing had happened. He sat on the other bed, opened his laptop, and got to work.
Seeing me still fuming in silence, he didn’t even look my way. He just chuckled lightly and said, “Didn’t you say you were tired? Looks like the more we went at the more awake you got.
I didn’t bother responding, I stormed into the bathroom and took a shower. When I came back out, I climbed into bed and turned my back on him.
If Shawn refused to divorce me, then I’d have no choice but to find proof of him cheating and take him to
court.
Of course, I knew that if I even mentioned divorce, my whole family would rush in to stop me.
Just like in the past life–when Shawn wanted to divorce me, everyone tried to talk him out of it. They, said we had a daughter, that I hadn’t done anything truly wrong, and that it would hurt the kid. They told him I wouldn’t survive without Shawn. In the end, Shawn didn’t divorce me–but he did leave. I was like a banished queen in a gilded prison, stuck in a luxurious mansion with a fat allowance but feeling like some forgotten creature in the dark, crawling with insecurity and fear.
Looking back on it, if I divorced Shawn and didn’t get a solid settlement, then what would even be the point?
I don’t know how other women see money, but I believe it can do everything. Without it, you’re nothing.
Shawn had money. He was a sharp investor. In the past life, Queena’s family might’ve been a bit better off than his in the beginning, but later on, Shawn bailed out the Tackman Group more than once–each time pouring in millions, if not billions. Why would he do that? Love. He did it for Queena.
That’s why I treated Shawn like a
to steer him toward making more–fo making machine. Marriage and responsibility were just the reins
- me. Wasn’t that its kind of success?
After all, how many capable men in this world can a woman actually steer?
Anyway, I’m not naive enough to think that a divorce will magically turn me into some big–time boss lady. This was real life. If you lack the necessary skills, connections, or direction, you will find yourself among the 99% who are barely surviving.
I turned my head to glance at Shawn. He seemed lost in thought, his eyes landing on me just as I looked
over.
He must’ve thought I was sneaking peeks at him, and a smirk rugged at his lips.”
I slowly turned around. In my mind, I thought the divorce could wait. For now, I’ll treat him like my servant. Learn everything I can from him about making money–he’s got the connections and the knowledge. And he’s not a cold–blooded, heartless guy either. If we part ways peacefully, maybe he’d even help me out later on. There’s no need to treat him like an enemy. Hate and love–they both take you to extremes. It would be more beneficial to view him as a mentor. From him, I could learn how to compete for resource in a man’s world..
Shawn’s abilities and qualities drew Queena to him.
1/2
Chapter 87 It Takes Skill to Keep a Man
The next morning, Shawn was still sleeping when I got up and started reading.
It was a finance and investment book I’d grabbed from his bookshelf.
“I left some notes in there. You should check them out, Shawn said, his voice a little hoarse..
I lowered the book and looked at him.
He slowly sat up and asked, “What’s gotten into you? Finally growing a brain?”
Finished
I lifted the book higher to block his gaze. “I said I wanted to build something of my own. I can’t just talk about it–I have to start doing something.”
Shawn chuckled and asked, “You really admire women like Queena, huh?”
I mocked, “Well, I have to admit–she’s definitely smarter than I am.”
Shawn stared at me for a long time, suspecting I’d lost my mind. Then he got out of bed and asked, “So, where do you want to go today? Any gifts you’ve got your eye on?”
I closed the book. “Is this my reward for last night?”
He nodded. “From now on, every time you sleep with me, you can ask for a reward. As long as it’s not too over–the–top, I’ll say yes.”
That was classic Shawn–the same man I knew, someone who played by the rules of the jungle.
It didn’t surprise me. Shawn didn’t like owing anyone anything–not even emotionally.
But people like him, the ones who seem cold and distam, are often the most intense when they finally fall
in love.
In our past life, he was crazy about Queena. She was capable, sharp, and even ruthless. That woman fought her way through a sea of pretty faces to take his whole heart.
Thinking about that now, I realized how ridiculous I’d been. Queena used skill and strategy to reel him in. And me? I’d honestly believed that love alone would be enough.
But no–dopamine only lasts about three months. If you really want to hold onto a man’s heart, it takes more than just feelings. It takes skill.
After breakfast at the hotel, Shawn took me to a luxury women’s boutique. In the VIP–lounge, he sat on a plush sofa while the sales assistant brought in racks of new arrivals. I tried things on one by one like I was picking out groceries–slowly, carefully, enjoying every second of it.
何
2/2
Back to 2014 Falling for Myself Again
