Revenge on My Heartless Husband and Daughter (Tiffany) novel Chapter 96

Shawn stepped out of his office. Maybe tonight's dinner was important—he was dressed in a crisp white shirt, a sleek watch on his left wrist. When he saw me standing in the hallway, he walked over to speak with me. I caught a glimpse of a glint on his ring finger.

For a second, I thought I was imagining things.

But no—I looked again, and it was real. The diamond wedding band he once tossed into the bookshelf drawer had found its way back onto his hand.

People say a man in a white shirt with a ring on his finger gives off husband vibes.

So what exactly was Shawn trying to show by doing this?

Maybe once he got in the car, he'd slip the ring back into his pocket. Who knows?

"Why are you still here? I had William take Yuna home already," he said, glancing at his watch. "On your way back, pick her up a little something to make her smile."

"That's not happening," I said as I turned towards the elevator. "The house is already overflowing with her toys."

He didn't push it and said no more.

Just as I stepped inside the elevator, Queena came over to talk to him. They stood side by side—oddly fitting, in a way I couldn't quite explain.

That's when it hit me. Even though I spent so much effort putting myself together every day, Queena exuded a kind of ambition and hunger that matched Shawn's energy perfectly. They just looked like a match with each other.

Whatever. I wasn't going to make myself upset over it. Maybe they looked compatible because they were sharing a bed. People who sleep together—of course their energy starts to sync up.

When I got home, Yuna was out in the backyard, feeding her miniature pony. It had been freshly washed by the maid, its tiny coat shining under the evening sun. As soon as she saw my car pulling in, she shouted, "Mommy, come feed the pony with me!"

I walked over. Yuna pointed at the pony's belly and said, "Look! I gave it so much hay; its tummy is all round and full."

I nodded and urged, "Don't give him too much, sweetie. You don't want him to get sick."

Yuna pouted and argued, "If he dies from eating too much, it's okay. We'll just get another one."

"What did you say?" I blinked, unsure if I'd heard her right. But that's precisely what came out of her mouth.

That got my attention. "Really? You lose; you do what I say?"

Yuna nodded eagerly. "Promise! No take-backs!"

Her expression fired up something in me—an unexpected urge to win.

No matter how clever Yuna was, she was still a kid. I used to let her win deliberately in every game we played. I wanted her to feel confident, taste victory, and build self-worth.

"Mom, you're going too fast! Slow down!" She cried out, assuming I'd go easy on her again. But this time, I didn't hold back. My car zoomed past hers, leaving her in the dust. She stomped her feet in frustration.

"Again! I'm definitely going to beat you this time!" Her competitive streak flared up as she spoke.

"Bring it on," I said coolly.

Second round. Third round. I won them all. Yuna plopped down on the grass, legs folded, eyes welling up with tears. She threw her controller onto the ground and cried out, "No fair! You're a grown-up—you're obviously faster than me! This is so unfair!"