Chapter 77 I Love His Money


    Chapter 77 I Love His Money


    I said coolly. “It’s his nature to be fond of garbage.so what if he wrote something?”


    “Mnie burst intoughter at that, nodding enthusiastically. “Exactly! That trashy man’s addicted to garbage!”


    Then she went on, ranting, “That woman just now–did she call out his name? She sounded so sweet and cozy with it, anyone listening might’ve thought she was his wife.”


    Suddenly, I remembered something from my past life. Queena had told me that at work, she called him Mr. Hartwell. In private, it was just his first name. However, in bed, it was a different story. She had a whole list of pet names–once, she’d even called him Daddy.


    “Mnie, don’t let them get to you,” I said gently.


    “I’m not–okay, maybe I am. Any person in her sane mind would be angry,” she said, then looked at me. wide–eyed. “Do you not love him anymore? Is that it? Only when you stop loving someone does it stop hurting. You really don’t love him anymore?”


    I gave her a soft smile. “To be honest, there are still things about him I appreciate–like his money. But the man himself? I stopped loving him a long time ago.”


    “Well, that’s a good thing,” Mnie said, raising her brows. “But he is loaded. If you two split things 50-50, you’d be a billionaire.”


    I didn’t dare dream of bing a billionaire. Just a small cut would be more than enough tost me <i>a </i>lifetime.


    After dropping Mnie off, I went straight home. Shawn was already back. He’d made a stop at his mom’s ce to pick up Yuna. Now the two of them were in the yroom, building a little city out of blocks.


    Shawn had on his usual white shirt and ck cks, sharp and businesslike. Yuna was in a dress, the soft golden light from themp falling over them. The whole scene looked so warm, so peaceful.


    “Mommy, why are you home sote?” Yuna pouted when she saw me standing in the doorway. “You’re even busier than Daddy now. You never y with me anymore.”


    Shawn turned to look at me, then gently stroked Yuna’s head. “Mommy’s just getting her business started. It’s normal for her to be busy now. I’ll make time to y with you, okay?”


    Yuna wasn’t fully convinced. She pùffed her cheeks and sulked a little.


    I didn’t join them. Instead, I went straight to the master bedroom. After a long day, I was exhausted, and tonight, all I wanted was a soak in the tub.


    I turned on the water, added a few drops of essential oil, and some rose petals. The scent filled the bathroom like a dream.


    As I was checking the water temperature, Shawn appeared at the doorway and said, “The Tackman Group has a new project. I’ve been in talks with them. Today was just business–nothing more, I swear.”


    I hadn’t expected him to exin himself. It surprised me.


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    He used to do everything he could to cover things up, like he wished I’d never find out. Now, he was offering exnations?


    Maybe Shawn was changing. Maybe there really is such a thing as bnce in the universe–when one person stops loving, the other starts caring more.


    Now that my love for him had faded, he was finally making an effort..


    I gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t thinking anything. We’re all working hard for our careers, right? I know it’s tough, Hubby. You’re working so hard for this family.”


    Even if that means charming other women with your looks.


    “My consideration made the look in his eyes freeze for a split second.


    I stood and nudged him out with a light push. “I’m going to take a bath. Go tuck Yuna in.”


    He backed out of the bathroom, clearly a little unhappy, and I closed the door behind him.


    By the time I finished my bath, he was still in Yuna’s room, probably trying to get her to sleep. I crawled into bed without waiting for him.


    That night, Shawn didn’t show up to bother me.


    The next morning, the rm hadn’t gone off yet when my phone rang.


    It was Susanna. She said, “Tiffany, I’ming over. Get Yuna dressed–we’re going to pray at the church. Today’s the first Sunday of the month.”


    I was taken by surprise, but then I remembered. Susanna always liked to go pray on the first and third Sundays of the month.


    “Mom, I think I’ll skip today. It’s not even a day off,” I said as gently as I could.


    “No. You need to go,” she said firmly. “You, of all people, should be there. Anyway, I’m outside. Get Yuna up.”


    Despite her easygoing demeanor, my mother–inw was a headstrong wealthydy when it came to matters she cared about.


    I got up, got dressed, and went to wake Yuna.


    She refused to get out of bed. That girl rolled around a few times, then promptly fell back asleep.


    So I ended up dressing her while shey there grumbling. Yunained, “Mommy, you said you weren’t going to boss me around anymore. Why do I have to wake up so early?”


    “Your grandma said we’re going to pray at the church. She wants to bring you,” I exined.


    “I don’t want to. I’m not going.” Yuna’s morning mood was in full swing.


    “Well, she’s already here. You can tell her that yourself,” I said, giving up, and went to wash up.


    On my way to the bathroom, I passed Shawn’s room. The door was wide open–it looked like he’d already


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