Revenge on My Heartless Husband and Daughter (Tiffany) novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80 I Won’t Cheat on You

Chapter 80 I Won’t Cheat on You

So, yeah I needed money.

I said quietly. “I’m not the scheming type, and I’m not about to cheat on you. Relax”

Shawn’s gaze withdrew from the rearview mirror back to the road ahead. He stayed silent for a long inoment, then said out of nowhere, “There’s nothing between Queena and me. She’s just a colleague. If i had to define our relationship beyond that, maybe just old friends.”

He sounded sincere, but I didn’t believe a word of it.

Men lie. That’s what they do.

Shawn frowned when I didn’t respond, clearly annoyed.

However, I couldn’t care less. Let him say whatever he wants.

One day, I’d catch them in the act, right there in bed, and that would be the end of his sweet little lies.

Right now? Best to lay low and wait.

At noon, we picked a trendy restaurant–someplace with decent vibes. Whenever we went out with Yuna, she was always the center of attention. Everyone showered her with affection, and she grew accustomed to it. Being the family’s darling came naturally to her.

Shawn noticed I wasn’t eating much and asked, “Don’t like the food here? Why aren’t you eating more?” Susanna turned to look at me and asked, “Tiffany, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight lately. Are you dieting?”

“Mhm. If I eat too much, I feel bloated,” I answered casually.

“Don’t go dieting now,” Susanna chided. “You and Shawn should be thinking about baby number two. You need to stay well–nourished,” she said, placing a slice of roast beef onto my plate.

Shawn gave me a complicated look. We’d already talked about this I wasn’t having another child. He knew that. But clearly, he hadn’t told his mother.

So between the two of us, it was a silent agreement. No second baby.

After lunch, Shawn and I went straight to the office. On the way, he asked a bunch of questions about the hotel renovation. When I answered smoothly, he actually looked a little surprised. “You’ve done your homework on all this?” he asked.

I nodded. “If you don’t want to get scammed, you’ve got to come prepared.”

He let out a low chuckle and said, “You’ve changed a lot lately. There’s this spark about you, like you’re ready to spread your wings and fly. What–are you preparing for life after me? Gaining experience for your next chapter?”

He said it playfully, but it hit a nerve.

Shawn wasn’t that old, but he was cunning. He always had a keen insight into the true nature of things.

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Chapter 80 I Won’t Cheat on Your

And yes, congrats, he was right. I was preparing for my future.

“I thought you liked ambitious women. Like Ms. Tackman, for example. I just want to be a better version of myself, too.” I had meant to brush him off with a vague reply, but Melanie’s arivice came crashing back like a storm in my mind.

Sell when stocks are booming. Win his heart first, then cash in with a generous breakup fee.

So my answer? Half–truths. Half–lies.

Sure enough, Shawn gave me a long, unreadable look in the mirror. “So you’re changing for me?

I nodded and said seriously, “What else would it be?”

“You’re working hard, but you’re also pulling away from me. I don’t buy it.” His voice turned dry with sarcasm. “Don’t lie to me. You’re doing it for yourself.”

I was shocked. Yeah, he wasn’t exactly easy to manipulate. I should’ve known.

“So you don’t like the new, hard–working me?” I raised an eyebrow, showing a little attitude.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then said in a low, hoarse voice, “I do like it. You’re young. You should be full of life.”

“And when I was being lazy and aimless, what did you think of me then?” I took the chance to prod him. I remembered overhearing him talk to a friend once–he called me a trophy wife, beautiful and decorative. Good to have around the house.

How about now? Would he say that straight to my face?

“I didn’t really think too much. Just figured you were taking good care of the home,” he said blandly. “I’m not asking about what I did. I’m asking what you considered me to be a person,” I pressed further. A red light stopped us. He turned his head and looked straight at me. “The you I liked was the first time I saw you–leading the dance performance on stage. It feels like you’re finally back.”

I choked up a little, then asked stiffly, “So you only liked how I looked?”

He nodded, answering cruelly, “What else? You fall for someone’s looks first, always.”

Ouch. That landed like a punch to the gut. I slumped a little, defeated. So that was it–Shawn’s honest truth.

“Upset?” he asked smoothly, his hands steady on the wheel as he turned onto a different road. “Didn’t you agree to date me because I’m rich, capable, and, well … easy on the eyes?”

I didn’t answer.

Shawn chuckled when I gave no response. “We’re the same, you and me. Let’s stop dwell on it.”

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Chapter 81 Different Paths