Chapter 6 The Daughter of That Scumbag Ex-Husband

• The air in the room seemed to tremble with the sound of the door shutting.
• Whitney's chest tightened.
• Staring at the closed door, her ears burned with embarrassment and frustration, and she couldn't help but curse under her breath.
• It was Shaun who had barged in first, yet he was acting completely rogue!
• That jerk hadn't changed a bit!
• Her lips moved silently as she cursed him, fuming as she quickly got dressed.
• Outside in the hallway, Shaun sensed something. He glanced back for a second, then turned away, his brows furrowed.
• The scene from moments before kept replaying in his head, refusing to leave.
• It was like a spark that ignited memories of six years ago—the wild, passionate night that had shaken his world.
• The messy bed, the heat of their tangled bodies, and the deepening desire that had grown over time all culminated in the moment he had claimed her.
• Shaun stood frozen, tension rippling through him.
• His entire body was burning as if his blood were set aflame. His eyes darkened from the heat.
• He had thought that, with time, the memories of that night would fade away.
• He had etched every detail into his mind with surprising clarity. It was clearer than ever.
• Even now, it only took the smallest reminder to pull him right back in.
• "Haha, Bianca's really good at this!"
• Suddenly, the sound of children's laughter drifted through the walls, muffled yet clear.
• The look in Shaun's eyes changed. He quickly pushed those thoughts away to focus.
• That noise earlier originated from the room next door.
• Bianca's voice was among them!
• He turned, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed it down.
• Through a small crack in the door, he caught sight of three little figures playing a video game.
• Bianca sat in the middle, flanked by Whitney's sons.
• They seemed to be teaching her how to play.
• Bianca's face lit up with a smile. Every now and then, she let out soft, joyful sounds.
• Her lively energy took Shaun by surprise. His face filled with surprise.
• He had never seen his daughter look so carefree and happy before!
• For a moment, he stood frozen and unable to bring himself to interrupt.
• Whitney, now dressed, came out to see Shaun standing stiffly by the door, his gaze locked inside the room.
• His perfect profile seemed unusually serious.
• As his dark eyes fixed on the scene, Shaun was completely unaware of her presence.
• Still angry, Whitney strode over with a stern face. She was stepping right in front of him.
• "You've just finished spying on me, and now you're spying on my sons. I didn't know you had picked up such a nasty habit after all these years, Mr. Marshall."
• Shaun snapped out of his thoughts and gave her a disdainful once-over.
• "I wasn't aware you had developed a persecution complex."
• Whitney met his icy gaze head-on, her tone sharp. "What exactly are you doing here?"
• Shaun's expression remained cold, and he said, "I'm here to pick someone up, of course."
• That response caught Whitney completely off guard.
• "Pick someone up? Who?"
• No sooner had she spoken than the three kids in the room turned to see what was going on.
• In an instant, Skylar and Andy jumped to their feet.
• Wasn't that their mom's sc*mbag ex-husband?
• When did he get here and why?
• Bianca was also surprised to see her father, but her attention was quickly drawn elsewhere.
• Shaun ignored Whitney and pushed the door open. He reached out to Bianca.
• "Bianca, come here to Daddy."
• Boom. It was as if something exploded in Whitney's head.
• Daddy?
• That word slammed into her, hammering away at her nerves.
• So, this little girl isn't just another Marshall relative's kid. She is Shaun's daughter?!
• Whitney's eyes widened as she stared at Bianca, scanning the girl's face for answers.
• After what felt like forever, she finally accepted the truth.
• It made sense. The little girl was as adorable as a doll. When she looked closer, Whitney realized her eyes did resemble Shaun's.
• So Shaun had a child.
• And his child is already this old.
• Judging by her age, she must be close to Skylar and Andy's age.
• This means after our divorce, Shaun wasted no time. He must've immediately had a baby with another woman.
• With whom? Aurora?
• Whitney felt as if a sharp needle pricked her heart, momentarily stealing her breath.
• Although she had thought that returning this time would leave her indifferent to anything related to Shaun, she couldn't help but feel a deep sense of irony.
• They had been married for three years. In all that time, Shaun had never touched her.
• Right after their divorce, he had had a child with someone else.
• It was the clearest distinction between love and indifference.
• A bitter smile showed on Whitney's face. She pulled her gaze away, forcing herself to swallow the flood of emotions rising within her.
• When she looked up again, her eyes were cold.
• Inside the room, the game screen was still showing cute, cartoonish animations, but the atmosphere had turned heavy.
• Skylar and Andy exchanged worried glances, eyebrows knitted together.
• They hadn't expected their adorable new friend to be the daughter of their mother's ex-husband.
• "Bianca, come on. Let's go home now," Shaun called gently in the tense silence.
• Bianca was clearly reluctant; she hadn't had enough of her fun.
• However, her father had come to fetch her. She knew it was time to leave. Reluctantly, she put down the game controller and shuffled toward him slowly.
• Shaun bent down, scooping her up in his arms. He affectionately pinched her cheek.
• "Why did you run off without telling anyone? Everyone's been looking for you. Don't do that again, or Daddy will have to punish you."
• His tone was soft, a gentle reprimand laced with affection.
• Bianca pouted but stayed quiet, fiddling with her fingers instead.
• Shaun glanced down at her and noticed she was upset.
• "What's the matter? Weren't you pleased just now?"
• Bianca sneaked a peek at the pretty lady standing nearby, then quickly looked away.
• She pursed her lips and tried to speak, "I don't want to go home."
• Bianca rarely spoke and expressed her emotions. She had never shown such closeness to anyone before.
• Shaun was surprised when she expressed herself.
• Did his daughter really like it here that much?
• Indeed, Bianca adored the place. She glanced longingly at the boys, then snuck another look at Whitney.
• She didn't know why, but she didn't want to leave.
• Bianca wanted to stay with them—with Whitney and her sons.
• "Pretty lady ... "
• The little girl's eyes were full of hope and longing. She couldn't hold back from calling out. That pleading gaze and her sweet voice melted Whitney's heart.
• The depth of Whitney's eyes revealed a trace of inner struggle.
• She truly liked this little girl, but after learning who she was, it was hard to keep the same open, carefree attitude toward her.
• Forcing herself to look away, Whitney spoke in a calm, detached tone, "Since your dad's here to pick you up, you should go with him."
• Bianca froze. Clearly, she didn't understand why Whitney's attitude had changed so suddenly.
• She looked at Whitney with puppy eyes, confused and a little lost. Her eyes turned red.
• Whitney noticed this and felt a pang of guilt, but she made herself stay firm. She turned her attention to Shaun instead.
• "Now that you've picked up your daughter, Mr. Marshall, can you leave? Let me remind you again—this may be your family estate, but it's my home now. Next time, kindly let me know before barging in!"
• She added coldly, "Or better yet, don't come at all. We have no reason to cross paths anymore."
• It was a clear, unyielding dismissal—her words sharp and cutting, leaving no room for negotiation.