Revenge on My Heartless Husband and Daughter (Tiffany) novel Chapter 98

I let out a quiet sigh. Once Yuna starts her summer break, I'll head home for a few days—just me, without her or Shawn. Just me and my nostalgic heart.

"I'll ride with you to the office later," came a voice from behind.

I turned to find Shawn standing at the doorway, buttoning his shirt, his voice low and casual.

I found him annoying.

He had his own driver. There were several cars sitting in the garage. Yet he always asked me for a ride.

Still, he'd earned it all. The house, the cars, our wealth—all came from his success. It didn't feel right to complain, so I simply nodded and said, "Okay."

When I came downstairs, Yuna was energetically reenacting her battle with a patch of weeds in the backyard from yesterday. Shawn was listening with a smile, gently wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin now and then.

The moment she heard my footsteps, she stopped talking and quickly gulped down a big spoonful of oatmeal, eyes wide as she peeked up at me.

Shawn patted her head fondly and said, "A little yard work is good for her."

"But Daddy ... " Yuna's face scrunched with frustration.

Shawn just chuckled, even more charming than before. I ignored their father-daughter banter and took my seat. Mona quickly brought over my breakfast.

"What's that, Mommy?" Yuna craned her neck, eyeing my plate.

"Bone broth," I replied coolly.

"I want some too!" She chirped.

"Not for kids," I said. "Too many hormones. It's not good for your growth."

Yuna grumbled in rage, "Then why can you have it? Daddy's an adult too. Why doesn't he get any?"

Shawn glanced at me with a smirk. "Because your mom needs it for her energy and to replenish her blood. I'm fine without it."

Yuna crossed her arms, clearly sulking.

We both took Yuna to school that morning. I drove while the two of them chatted in the backseat. I mostly stayed silent.

At the school gate, Shawn got out to walk Yuna to her class. Her homeroom teacher came over to chat with him—something about schoolwork, I assumed. He looked his usual self: polite, poised, and warm. It wasn't hard to tell the teacher was reluctant to say goodbye.

Shawn returned to the car and got in the passenger seat.

I glanced at his ring finger on his left hand—sure enough, the diamond ring had mysteriously vanished.

Sure enough, the man who stepped out of the backseat was Ethan.

I hadn't seen him in a long time, but he still looked sharp, effortlessly composed.

Shawn looked surprised too, and he murmured, "Mr. Hayes is here for the meeting."

I gave him a blank look. "Well, I'll get out of the way then. I'm headed to the hotel to check on the site."

As I walked around the car, Shawn followed and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Drive safe. Call me if you need anything."

I was caught off guard and widened my eyes a little. This lunatic was on it again, trying to play the concerned husband.

"Thanks," I muttered. I didn't look at Ethan. Didn't even pause. I just stepped on the gas and sped off, brushing past Shawn like he was air.

By the time I reached the temporary office at the hotel, my phone buzzed.

I was in the middle of a conversation, so I ignored it. It wasn't until ten minutes later that I finally checked.

It was from Ethan. His message was short, tinged with a hint of jealousy. He asked, "When did you and Mr. Hartwell get so close again?"

I stared at the screen, stunned. Something about the way he said it didn't sit right.