Shawn was surprised to hear that. Then, he softened his tone and said, “I’m actually not used to you not arguing with me this time. I thought you would fight me to the death over this.”
I couldn’t help finding his choice of vocabulary mocking. We were a married couple, yet he thought we would need to fight to the death over an outsider.
I chuckled mirthlessly. “We’ve argued so many times that I’ve grown sick of it.”
He started complaining about how I used to argue with him over Jill Green. He said I wasn’t considerate of him and that I always hurt his feelings when we fought.
This was what Shawn had always been like—he took things too far whenever he had the chance. That was why I’d been the one bearing with him all these years.
I’d left my parents behind and submitted a request to my company to transfer me abroad because Shawn wanted to migrate.
He told me he didn’t yet want to start a family, so I’d told my parents I didn’t want to have kids yet and bore the brunt of the stress they gave. Yet ultimately, none of my sacrifices could compare to a word from Jill.
I stood up and looked at Shawn calmly. “I won’t argue with you anymore.”
He looked at me smugly. “That’s good. Jill and I are just friends, so stop getting jealous over nothing. If—”
I finished his sentence. “If there were anything between you two, I wouldn’t have had the chance to be with you.”
I’d heard it a thousand times. He nodded in satisfaction. “I’m glad you finally understand.”
I said, “I should’ve gotten it ages ago.”
I should’ve long since known that I couldn’t even compare to a hair on Jill’s head in Shawn’s heart.
