Chapter 95 I Don’t See Her As a Threat
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Ugh. So annoying. I thought I could scroll on my phone to kill time. Guess not–gotta find a charger first.
I reached out to push the door open.
Suddenly, the sharp click of high heels echoed in the room- more than one pair.
Then, I heard a woman speak. “Ms. Thekman, that gossip carlier has to be fake, right? It was just the garage door opening. People act like their marriage is picture perfect.”
Queena responded coolly, “I don’t care what people say It doesn’t affect me. Shawn’s collaboration with my father’s firm just started. I’m only focused on tightening the partnership between our companies.”
“Do you love him, Ms. Tackman?” The other woman asked, curiosity in her voice. “He’s a married man,
after all.”
Queena gave a small laugh. “To me, he’s still the same Shawn I knew all those years ago. Married, kid or not–it doesn’t change a thing
The other woman dropped her voice. “But I’ve heard Mrs. Hartwell’s got a temper. You might be playing with fire.”
“I don’t see her as a threat,” Queena said casually. “She’s just a nobody from some small town. Even if she throws a tantrum, she’s nothing more than a sideshow act. Sure, a clown can be entertaining for a moment, but never for a lifetime. Shawn’s still young. He’s got a long road ahead of him.” Her words hit me like a dagger stabbed straight into the chest; my heart thudded violently.
Honestly speaking. I’m Shawn’s legal wife anyway. But in Queena’s eyes, I wasn’t even worthy of being considered a rival. She was unbelievably arrogant.
“Yeah, you’re right,” the other woman murmured. “Other than a pretty face, what does she know about business? I doubt she even knows how much money Mr. Hartwell has. She’s probably just happy playing house with a few bucks. The other woman seemed to cover her mouth to suppress her giggle.
“Just treat her like air,” Queena added as she touched up her make–up. “I don’t want my image ruined. because of her. Let’s delay the meetin another half hour–my dad’s people are stuck in traffic.”
“Got it,” the woman replied. Then the sound of their heels faded down the hallway.
I was frozen in the cubicle wall; my arms were stiff, and my hand was still on the door like I was about to walk out. After a minute, I finally stepped out–and sawit. A red heart drawn in lipstick on the mirror. No idea who did it.
A spark of rage flared up inside me. That dumb heart was sharp–it stirred up a storm in the calm waters of my heart. Does Queena really see me as nothing?
Haha. She’s just like her past self–arrogant to the bone. Back then, she was the other woman–always graceful, always above it all. She swooped in, took everything I had, and I was left as the discarded wife. People called me washed–up. bitter, and clueless. Told me I should’ve just stepped aside with some diguity.
Queena strutted around in expensive clothes, hand in hand with Shawn in public, conquering the business world like they were royalty. The rumors became increasingly absurd each day. People even came to me with kind advice, saying half the money I spent was probably earned by Queena, so I should just turn a blind eye.
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I stared at the woman in the mirror–the one who refused to back down. In her sharp eyes, ambition and unwillingness started to burn,
1 clenched my fists tightly. If I’m really going through with this divorce, then I want to leave a scar on Queena’s perfect little heart before I go.
She looked down on me and saw me as air?
Well, even air can be toxic. And toxic air suffocates.
I grabbed my lipstick and slashed a bold X right over that heart.
Challenge accepted.
Am I being impulsive?
My original plan was simple: divorce Shawn, take the settlement, leave the kid behind, and walk away
clean.
Why has the situation become complicated now?
I haven’t gotten any solid proof for the divorce. And weirdly, the same Shawn who used to fool around was now clingier than ever. Yuna was still rebellious and acted like I didn’t exist, but I’m slowly detaching myself emotionally. At least she can’t hurt me that easily anymore.
Maybe Melanie was right. The best move for now was to play the long game–mess up with Shawn’s heart a bit, then strike when the time is right. If I’m going to leave, I’m leaving with a big check.
My mind was still in chaos when I got back to the office. I plugged in my phone, and the work calls didn’t stop until nightfall. Shawn messaged me, saying he had dinner plans with the reps from the Tackman Group, and I should go home early to spend time with Yuna.
I watched as Queena changed out of her gray power suit into an elegant ivory dress. Her makeup was flawless, and her eyes glinted with ambition. She looked every bit like the rightful queen.
She didn’t even spare a glance for my feelings with all these. She simply walked past me, exuding calmness and confidence. Then she called a few people over, telling them to bring documents because they might need them during dinner.
I stared at her. With every move, she was silently mocking me–the legal wife.
