Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet

Chapter 226 An Argument

"Enough; don't you think I can tell what's going through your mind? Everything Natalia's had growing up, haven't you always tried to take? Aren't you just jealous that she's having it better than you now, so you want me to make up for it? Have you lost all your brains to the cameras, Jessica Dawson? What do you think the Miller family is? An ATM machine for you to use at your liking?"

Jessica had never expected Shawn to say something so cold.

She sat there in disbelief, her fingers trembling around her phone.

"Shawn! How could you say something like that? Haven't I done my part all these years? If it hadn't been to be with you, would I have had to bow and scrape all these years? And you're treating me like this at the end? Who was it that said he would love me and pamper me all his life and dragged me into this pit in the first place? I've never done you wrong, Shawn, but what about you? Forget your wavering, I'm just having you give me a present. With an attitude like that, do you think you're getting the short end of the stick with this marriage? Or maybe you never wanted to marry me in the first place?"

Jessica shrieked into the phone, while Shawn frowned viciously.

"I didn't say I didn't want to marry you."

"Then what did you mean by that?"

"I..."

His father's warnings echoed in his ear, and Shawn finally managed to tamp down his anger.

Patiently, he said, "I'm just saying that the most important thing right now is to have the outside world believe that we're in a loving relationship. There's no need to compete with her. A real intimate relationship doesn't concern itself with things like that. What matters is compatibility and understanding between the couple. What do you think?"

Jessica clenched her fists, her whole body tightening.

After a while, she said coldly, "And what if I just have to have it?"

On the other end, Shawn's expression darkened too.

"Can you grow up, Jessica?"

"Grow up? So I just deserve getting squashed under her foot? I deserve being worse off than her in every way? I can't take that! You're my husband. Your wife is getting bullied out there; shouldn't you stand up for me as my husband? Or are you really so afraid of Archie McCarthy's power that you're wary of even offending Natalia? If you want to be a coward, then just say it! If I really can't rely on you, I won't force you. There are plenty of men in the world I can turn to!"

"Jessica!"

A roar came from the other end of the line.

Realizing what she'd said in the heat of the moment, Jessica paled and tried to explain. "Shawn..."

Shawn sneered.

"What? Finally said something you actually meant? Fine! If you think I can't stand up to other people, go find those people instead. Really, I don't mind at all."

"I didn't mean it that way..."

"I don't care what you meant! Remember this - your identity as a Mrs. Miller was just a deal we cut with the Dawson family. With the deal over, we'll go our separate ways. Don't darken my doorway again. That's that! Goodbye!"

With that, he hung up.

Jessica froze there.

The dead line stabbed into her heart like a blade of cold steel.

And the man's ruthless hairpin words dug their way still deeper.

A deal?

Go their separate ways?

Ha-ha...

Some things she'd never been willing to face head-on finally reared their ugly heads into the light, dropping her into the depths of despair.

'You think of me like that, Shawn?'

'The real feelings I've put on the table all these years was just a deal to you?'

Ha-ha... Hahaha...

What an amusing, ironic farce!

Jessica clutched her phone and started laughing. Tinted with madness, her laughter continued until she trembled, the tears flowing.

Everything Shawn had said today was a personal affront!

'I'll make you regret it one day!'

Two days later.

"Strategies for Cannon Fodder" had had its ups and downs, but all the same, the cast was finally clear.

All the shooting was over, and the rest of the people finally got a moment to catch their breath. Still, as the core cast members, Natalia and Mac couldn't completely relax like the rest of them just yet. They still needed to cooperate with the ad campaign, which included Jessica and two other more important actors to the story.

After finishing a few announcements, it was overall going well.

Jessica still had a problem with Natalia, but for some reason, she didn't look too well these days.

Her whole bearing seemed drowsy, as if she'd taken some huge impact. She'd also lost a fair bit of wait.

Worried she was getting tired, Vicente had her go back and rest, but Jessica didn't agree.

Ever since that night she'd argued with Shawn, she'd never been able to calm down.

At least there was something to do following the cast around on the ad campaign, which took her mind off things.

If she really had to stay home on her own, she would probably go crazy!

Natalia didn't know what had happened between her and Shawn, so she ignored her. Thankfully, because of her foul mood, Jessica didn't have the energy to come and pick fights, which meant a bit of calm all around.

Just today, Vicente gave Natalia a call telling her that there was a charity event for the evening that he wanted her to attend alongside Jessica.

An event like this wasn't just for charity. It was also a large scene where actresses fought to draw attention.

Natalia was in a black tuxedo dress for the day. It gave off an aura of cold beauty. With her hair done up and a starry diamond necklace around her neck, she seemed all the more gleamingly elegant for it. Vicente took her around the place and chatted for a while with some investors.

He wasn't good at talking business, but as unskilled as he was for such a scene, he couldn't pass it up.

And with all her years in PR, Natalia knew the dance a lot of the time. Between the two of them, they managed to make up for each other.

Jessica was late. In the past, she'd always attend banquets like this with Shawn.

Suddenly having to show up alone today gave her a sick feeling in her gut.

The intense sensation of loss dimmed her carefully made up features a bit.

Ally couldn't follow her in, but she escorted her to the door.

As they got out of the car, she said quietly, "I've asked Mr. Miller, Miss Dawson. Seems like he's busy tonight and won't come."

Jessica's footsteps stopped for a moment. Then she sighed lightly.

"All right."

With that, she strode inside.