Chapter 89 I Can’t Love Her
“I don’t want to stand in line,” Shawn said, his tone sharp and full of attitude.
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“I don’t either.” I replied, watching him with a grin. “Why don’t you ask Ms. Tackman for help? I’m sure she’d be happy to
“Tiffany, are you done yet?” Shawn’s face darkened with irritation.
Just like that, the mood soured. All it took was one sentence from me to ruin the atmosphere.
Maybe it was because I didn’t buy those fig bars. That seemed to be the spark that lit the fuse. Shawn ignored me for the next three days and nights. Two of those nights, he didn’t even come home
If he was going to ignore me, I wasn’t about to go chasing after him like some desperate puppy. Luckily work kept me swamped, and I barely had a second to spare between meetings and workouts.
Lately. Yuna had taken up a new hobby–crafting. She begged me to sign her up for a class. I did, but I stopped taking her to the class myself. That job now belonged to the driver.
Yuna noticed. And she was not happy about it.
One night, it started raining. Out of the blue, Yuna disappeared. The driver’s frantic state nearly caused him to have a heart attack. He called both Shawn and me, and even the teachers from the center ran out to help look for her.
Shawn was out in the rain, searching for her like a madman. Honestly, in that moment, I panicked too.
After more than an hour of searching in the downpour, Yuna finally came running out from a storage room of the center building. When she saw all of us, soaked to the bone, she realized just how serious our situation was.
For the first time, I saw Shawn completely lose it. He stormed over, gave her a couple of light swats on the backside–not enough to hurt, just enough to make a point–and then wrapped her up in a tight hug.
Yuna was stubborn. She didn’t cry when he hit her, but when he pulled her close, she broke down, sobbing and apologizing over and over. “I’m sorry, I won’t hide again. I promise.”
On the ride home, all three of us were drenched. Yuna kept sniffling in the back seat.
“I’m still crying,” she said. “I just wanted to scare Mommy. She doesn’t come with me to class anymore.”
I crossed my arms, my face tightening. Her words hit a nerve. “Your life is yours. If you lose it–if someone kidnaps you–we’ll be heartbroken for a while. But I’ll eventually believe it was fate. And I’ll still plan to live to 99. You hear me?”
Her little body trembled in fright. Her eyes widened as tears flowed down her face. Yuna stared back at me, and she began to cry again. Shawn pulled a long face and turned to me with frustration. “She’s scared enough. Don’t make it worse.”
“And what? Let her think this was okay to scare the hell out of us! Didn’t she do something wrong? What if something really happened? We’d never see her again. Do you know why things like this happen? Because she was spoiled and never taught better!” My voice cracked. My eyes burned with angry tears. I’d raised her with love, and now she used her disappearance to punish me.
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“I’m sorry, Mommy. I really am. I won’t do it again.” Yuga reached out and tugged my arm. “I just wanted you to spend more time with me. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I looked at her apologetic fare. I wanted so badly to love her like I used to–but I couldn’t. I knew what she would grow up to be. I knew where her heart would eventually wander. Even now, looking so small and in need of love, I dared not let myself love her too easily.
“If you know you’re wrong, then fix it. This is my first one being a mother too. Why should I always be the one who has to give in?” My mood turned more awful as I spoke. I curled over on my knees, quietly crying.
A strong hand reached out, pulling me gently into a hug. “Alright,” Shawn said softly. “You’re crying louder than the kid now. I know you were scared. I’ll hire a full time nanny to stay with Yuna. She won’t be alone
again.
“I want Mommy. Yuna mumbled.
Her words pierced my heart. I didn’t even know how to educate her anymore.
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Shawn looked shaken too. When we got home, he didn’t say much. Yuna went straight to her room, up on her bed, and kept crying. Shawn and I both took showers and changed into dry clothes.
Eventually, we stood together by her bedside. Yuna yanked the blanket over her head, trying to hide her face from us.
I walked over, sat down, and pulled it back
“What are you doing?” She pouted, glaring at me.
“Running away when things get tough–what are you, a coward?” I snapped.
She looked at me, hurt, then turned to Shawn. “What else am I supposed to do? You’re just going to yell at me again.
“You knew we’d scolded you and still did it?” I gave a bitter laugh.
She pouted, still not sure if she understood just how serious what she had done was.
Shawn’s voice turned serious. “Yuna, promise me that this won’t ever happen again.”
