Chapter 88 Done Being Nice to a Jerk
Purses. Shoes. Everything came perfectly paired, as if selected by a personal stylist,
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Shawn, ever the gentleman, offered his opinions at the fide–but every time he said something looked great, I picked the opposite. I bought only what I liked. He was clearly frustrated, though he didn’t say a
word.
“Mr. Hartwell, your wife has such flawless skin, someone finally said, unable to hold back. A dress in a Turquoise color–not easy to carry–looked downright freshing on me.
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Shawn smiled politely. “Thank you. That’s kind of you say.”
By the time we were done, the entire morning had slipped away. Shawn carried all the bags to the car- more than a few, actually.
But I wasn’t going to feel bad about spending his money anymore. In my past life, every time he offered to buy me something. I’d act like a responsible, frugal wife Until one day, Queena showed off an emerald bracelet worth over two million dollars. She said she just glanced at it, and Shawn had someone buy it for her.
That moment, I swear I heard my heart shatter. Shawn was rich–what difference did it make who spent his money?
Before I divorced him, I was going to walk away with an emerald bracelet in the million–dollar league. He owed me that from the last life.
“Tired? Want to check out a few more shops?” Shawn asked softly.
“Nope. I’m starving,” I replied. Shopping was fun but exhausting. I needed food before I could power through round two.
Shawn’s eyes
darkened slightly. I wondered if his mind had wandered somewhere it shouldn’t.
“Alright. What are you in the mood for?” He asked, extra gentle today.
I turned to him and asked, “Is Ms. Tackman still around”
“She’s having lunch at her grandma’s house today. Thereafter, she’ll be heading straight back to Hanzora,” he answered.
The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Why did I even ask?
Idiot. Big mouth.
Great. I now know Shawn kept tabs on Queena’s every move. Way to crush my own spirit.
“Oh. I suddenly felt like wandering off alone to enjoy the scenery.
Shawn looked at me, puzzled. “You always see Queena as your enemy. You’re hurting yourself for no reason. What’s the point?”
His words made my already bitter mood worse.
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used to hold back from saying what I really thought, always worried about how he’d feel.
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But not anymore. If I wanted something, I’d tell him. And if he tried to stop me, I had every right to throw
Sure enough, Shawn’s face darkened. He tapped his fingers against the car door. “You want me to leave early because Ethan’s coming for that tech summit this afternoon, right? Did you two make plans?”
“What tech summit?” I was stunned and asked, “I have heard anything about that.”
Shawn gave me a fake smile and probed, “Oh really? You expect me to believe that?”
I was shocked. No way. Is Ethan actually here in Sylvanial
I glanced at a row of banners flapping in the breeze, attached to the nearby streetlights. In bold letters, they read: Welcome to Sylvania Tech Summit, innovation for the future.
Shawn followed my gaze to those banners fluttering in the wind, his expression turning even more unpleasant.
“Tiffany,” he said, his voice low but sharp, “it’s good to be bold–but pick the right time and place for it.” Then, in a commanding tone, he said, “Get in. We’re going back to Hanzora.”
I stared at those banners with a complicated expression. Just my luck.
Once I was in the car, Shawn told the driver, “Straight back to Hanzora, William.”
The whole ride back, Shawn leaned back with his eyes closed. He took two work calls but otherwise didn’t say a single word to me.
Before heading home, we stopped by his family house to pick up Yuna.
Lately, my mother–in–law had been spoiling her silly. The moment Yuna climbed into the car, she curled. into my lap and asked to be held while she napped.
Shawn glanced over at us. I didn’t know what was going through his mind, but he probably noticed–I was cold toward him, but toward Yuna too.
As the car rolled toward home, we passed by a familiar street. I noticed Shawn glance–just briefly–at a shop nearby. His lips pressed into a thin line.
That tiny action brought a flood of memories. Bittersweet ones.
Shawn used to love the fig bars from that shop. I’d always go out of my way to stop and pick up a pack so he could have them when he got home from work.
But this time, I didn’t even mention it. He probably felt a little disappointed.
Haha, too bad for you, jerk. I’m done being nice to a guy who never deserved it.
Yuna soon drifted off to sleep in my arms. Shawn’s voice came darkly. “When are you going to buy me those fig bars again?”
I was brushing Yuna’s sweaty hair out of her face when I heard him ask that childishly,
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“If you want some, go buy them yourself, I replied coolly
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