Chapter 44 Let’s Not Bring Up the Divorce Again

Chapter 44 Let’s Not Bring Up the Divorce Again

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Susanna had already gathered Luna’s belongings. The moment she noticed me entering, she quickly asked, “Tiffany, what brings you here?”

“Susanna, I’m here to pick up Yuna and take her home,” I replied.

Yuna nced at me and pouted. “If I go home, I’ll be all alone. Mommy, can you stay home and y with me this afternoon?”

Hearing that, Susanna frowned and scolded, “Tiffany, why don’t you take a break from work and focus on your family? That should be your top priority. Yuna is so young, she shouldn’t be left alone.”

I understood her implication. In her eyes, since we weren’t struggling financially, I should dedicate myself to the family.

But no matter what, I wasn’t going to give up my career just to be a stay–at–home wife.

Having financial stability was one thing, but losing self–respect and independence was another kind of suffering.

“Susanna, my decision is final. I need to work. Yuna is old enough, and if she ever feels lonely, I’ll hire a tutor to teach her at home.”

“I don’t want that! I don’t want to take lessons!” Yuna immediately protested.

Seeing how determined I was, Susanna’s expression darkened.

At that moment, Shawn suddenly appeared at the doorway. He was dressed in a suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, exuding a professional aura. As soon as he spotted me, his expression turned icy, as if reminded of our heated argument the night before.

“Daddy!” Yuna chirped like a little bird, rushing into his arms. “Why are you here? Don’t you have work?”

Shawn lifted her up and kissed her cheek. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Can we have lunch togetherter?” Since our rtionship had be strained,

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Yuna had been getting closer to Shawn. Thankfully, no matter what happened between us, he had always been a devoted and patient father.

“Of course. Mom, you shoulde along too,” he added before carrying Yuna toward the elevator.

Susanna and I stepped into the elevator behind him, each carrying a few bags.

The small space was crowded with people, and at one point, Susanna nudged me slightly, causing me to bump into Shawn.

At some point, my perception of him had changed. I no longer saw him as my husband but just another man I happened to know. The idental touch made me uneasy, as if he were nothing more than a stranger.

When we reached the basement parking lot, Shawn carefully ced Yuna into his car, gave the driver an address, and shut the door.

“I’ll ride with you,” he said, ncing in my direction.

Susanna had her own driver, and soon, three cars exited the basement parking lot at the same time.

Shawn sat in the passenger seat beside me, quiet for a long while. I had no idea what was on his mind.

I kept my focus on the road, uninterested in starting a conversation.

“I wasn’t in a good mood yesterday. Don’t take what I said too seriously,” he said, turning to look at me as we stopped at a red light.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I fought to keep my emotions in check. In my past lifei, /iif he had said this, I would have broken down in tears, ying the part of the wounded wife, hoping he would notice my pain, feel guilty, and love me more.

But now? His words meant nothing to me.

I had no desire to appear weak in front of him. All I wanted was a rational conversation about ending our marriage.

“I didn’t give it much thought,” I replied tly.

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Shawn fixed his gaze on me for a long while. He was probably just as shocked, puzzled by the fact that I neither cried nor held him responsible.

After all, in the two months before my rebirth, I must have cried no less than three times. Each time, I pleaded for his care and tenderness, mourning and resenting in equal measure. It was as if, without his love, I would wither away like a fish stranded on drynd.

“Let’s not bring up the divorce again,” Shawnmanded, his voice low and firm.

I let out a softugh. “Even if we avoid the topic, does that change anything about our situation?”

“What situation?” His voice turned cold.

I stayed quiet for a moment before speaking. “Our days feel empty, like drinking water. I haven’t done well in raising our daughter, I don’t have a career I can take pride in, and you’re always caught up with work, barely home for days at a time. Living like this over and over again, it’s exhausting.”

Shawn didn’t respond right away. When he finally spoke, there was no trace of understanding in his voice, only mockery. “Sounds like you’ve been toofortable if you have time to think about things like this.”

His words caught me off guard, and I turned to look at him. He continued without hesitation, “Let’s not even talk about your niche major. Do you really think you’ll find a decent job after you graduate? And even if you do, how far do you think you can go?”

My grip on the steering wheel tightened. As much as I hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong.

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