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    Shawn turned toward me, his expression serious. “Yuna just told me you scolded her again. Tiffany, I don’t care what happens with others, but Yuna is still a kid. Do you really have to be so harsh on her?”


    My eyes widened in disbelief. Was Yuna ming me for something again?


    No, no, this wasn’t right. I needed to rethink everything. I must have been too lenient with her, which gave her the courage to act so boldly against me.


    “So, are you saying I failed to teach her properly? You’re right. This is on me. I indulged her too much when she was little, and now she’s developed these habits.” I inhaled deeply, keeping my tone steady.


    “It’s good that you understand.” Shawn’s sharp gaze darkened. “You should change that from now on.”


    I shook my head. “It’s easy to change the environment, but a person’s nature is much harder to reshape. What I mean is Yuna’s temperament is likely already set. Changing her will be difficult.”


    Yuna immediately pouted. “Mommy, what’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I’m bad? Daddy, did you hear her? I’m still young, and she’s already talking about me like this!”


    Shawn’s expression darkened even further. He stood abruptly and walked toward me. “Tiffany Mayfield, is this really how you n to go on?”


    Hearing my full name meant he was beingpletely serious. In the past, a moment like this would have made me feel like my entire world was crumbling like there was no hope ahead.


    But now? Now<i>, </i>I saw things differently. He was not a saint or some god. He wasn’t immune to emotions or frustrations. He wasn’t asposed as I once thought. Didn’t I just manage to make his face darken with anger?


    If I wanted rity, I needed to reset my mindset.


    I turned my gaze to Yuna.


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    She was ying with a few beads, a victorious smirk on her lips, as if silently dering that she had won yet another battle.


    Shawn would always take her side.


    “Shawn, I’m sorry. Things havee this far, and I take responsibility. But when ites to raising our child, I have my own principles. If you can’t ept that, then maybe … we should end this marriage.”


    Sometimes, emotions couldpletely take over. Even though I always said money mattered, and I wanted to use Shawn’s influence to build my own career, facing Yuna’s constant defiance, my husband’s obvious bias, and his unwillingness to understand me, I realized something. Money wasn’t the only way to secure my future.


    Even if I divorced him, I’d still receive a hefty settlement, reaching financial independence sooner than expected. That didn’t seem like a bad deal after all.


    But more than anything, I didn’t want to endure this emotional turmoil anymore.


    They could continue with their perfect father–daughter duo. I didn’t need to worry about Yuna’s future. After all, mine was far more uncertain than hers. She had the Hartwells to rely on and Shawn’s endless favoritism to shield her. But what about


    me?


    I only had myself and the family who raised me. If something happened to me, they’re the ones who would truly suffer.


    “What did you just say?” Shawn’s face twisted with rage, his eyes shaking with barely contained fury. His voice carried a weight of intimidation, but it no longer shook me.


    I met his gaze, unwavering. “If we can’t make this work, then let’s get a divorce. I have no desire to be an obstacle in your life, and I refuse to turn into my own daughter’s enemy”


    Yuna barely reacted to Shawn’s anger. She simply continued fiddling with her beads, asionally casting indifferent nces our way.


    “Go home and reflect on yourself. From now on, you don’t need to worry about Yuna.” Shawn’s tone was cold, his finger pointing toward the hospital room’s exit. His expression made it clear that I was no longer needed here.


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    I picked up my handbag and strode away.


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    As the elevator moved downward, my heart remained steady–unlike in my past. life when it would have plunged into darkness.


    Instead, a sense of relief washed over me. Letting go of attachments truly felt like breaking free, as if endless possibilitiesy ahead.


    I drove back, took a quick shower, and went to bed. Lying there, I knew it wouldn’t be long before Shawn sent over the divorce papers. I had already angered him, so he wouldn’t wait until the New Year. He would settle everything fast and cut me offpletely from Yuna’s upbringing.


    To Shawn, our daughter was his real family. I was nothing more than an outsider- someone he could discard without hesitation.


    With this thought in mind, I drifted into a deep sleep.


    The next morning, I got ready and headed straight to the clinic for an injection.


    Fatigue still clung to me, but I had just returned from the Apex Hotel with some new documents to review.


    I couldn’t afford to ck off anymore. My daughter looked down on me. I needed to prove myself, set a goal, and push forward.


    As I flipped through the documents, a shadow loomed over me. A tall figure took the seat beside me. It was Ethan. He ced breakfast in front of me. Today, he wasn’t dressed in his usual formal attire. Instead, he wore casual sportswear, looking fresh and full of energy.


    “What brings you here again?” I asked, startled.


    The first thing Ethan did after sitting down was to leisurely pull a mask from his pocket and put it on. When he turned to me, his gaze was steady, his eyes deep and amused. A faint smile yed on his lips. “Don’t worry, I came prepared.”