Yolanda poured coffee for May, then for Renee and Charles as well.
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May took a sip. She had never liked Yolanda, always feeling that a woman like her didn’t deserve Charles. So when she saw Yolanda sit down, she frowned again.
“Yolanda, go help in the kitchen. Why are you sitting here?” May said. “The maids at Moonbay Estate all say you haven’t been cooking these past couple of days.
“You know Charles always loves your cooking. If you don’t cook and his stomach starts acting up, what then?”
In the past, whenever May picked on her, Yolanda would always look to Charles.
But today she didn’t. Instead, she simply stood up and went straight to the kitchen.
A flicker of surprise flashed in Charles’s eyes. He looked at the coffee in front of him and, after a long while, finally said, “Mom, why do you always have to make things hard for her?”
May was a little surprised. Before, whenever she gave Yolanda a hard time, Charles had never stepped in.
He was always busy–most of the time, the moment he sat down at home, he had to pull out his laptop to deal with work. The rest of his time was spent fooling around with other women.
May knew her son too well. She knew he didn’t like Yolanda.
She sighed and said, “What exactly are you thinking? If you don’t want a divorce yet, then just let her have a baby first, and later you can kick her out. Samuel might be capable, but he’s still not strong enough to shake us.”
Samuel might be a rising star, but the Sinclair family had decades of foundation. They had nothing to fear.
Charles glanced toward the kitchen, catching only half of Yolanda’s figure.
Her posture was excellent–her back was always perfectly straight. It was obvious she had taken countless etiquette lessons as a young lady.
Her face was beautiful, too. Charles thought that if he couldn’t marry the one he loved, then being with Yolanda wasn’t so bad. She was obedient, pure, and sometimes amusing when he
teased her.
“You want a grandchild already?” he asked May with a teasing smile.
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May shot him a reproachful look. “If you don’t want kids with Yolanda, then have one with another woman. As long as it’s your child, that’s what matters.”
Charles frowned. He had no intention of having a child with any other woman. The only person he had ever wanted to have a child with was the one he had loved all along.
Back then, he and the Grant family had even made an agreement that Yolanda must not get pregnant. At least in his eyes, she wasn’t worthy of carrying a Sinclair child.
“If you really want a grandchild, then you’ll just have to wait a few more years,” he told May. “Now’s not the time.”
That reassured May. She knew Charles was probably waiting for the woman he loved to return. She was quite shocked, actually, that the Grant family had produced such a lovesick fool like her son.
“Forget it, as long as you know what you’re doing. This is my only wish,” May said. “I know who you’re waiting for, but don’t forget–when you had that car accident, she abandoned you. Why still hold on to a woman like that?”
Charles’s face instantly darkened.
Renee quickly leaned toward May and said, “Mom, really? It’s been two years already, why bring it up again? Who knows how that woman’s doing now? Hopefully she’s rotting abroad somewhere.
“If you ask me, she and Yolanda are the same type–can’t live without a man.”
The woman Charles loved had run off with some broke guy, and she had done it right when Charles was lying in a hospital bed after his car crash.
“That’s enough.” Charles lifted a hand to rub his temples and stood up to head upstairs. “Don’t ever mention her again.”
Renee pouted. From the look on his face, she could tell he was still thinking about that
woman.
Too bad that woman didn’t seem to care whether a man was rich or poor–otherwise she wouldn’t have chosen a penniless loser.
At dinner, Yolanda followed the maids, carrying dishes to the table, while everyone else sat neatly at their seats.
But Charles’s father, Dylan, didn’t come home tonight. Ever since Yolanda had married Charles, Dylan had rarely been around
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Yolanda sat next to Charles. Her stomach hurt, and when she looked at the food on her plate, she couldn’t help but gag a little.
Renee covered her mouth in disbelief, her eyes wide. “Yolanda, don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”
Yolanda’s face went a bit pale. She held her fork tightly and said, “It’s just a stomachache.”
She could feel it–the moment Renee said those words, May’s expression changed, and Charles had that half–smile on his face.
Back when Yolanda still had hope for him, she used to ask when they would have a child.
He would always brush her off, saying to wait a little longer. She thought she really could wait. But now she saw the truth–Charles never intended to let her get pregnant.
“I really just have a stomachache,” Yolanda repeated.
May slowly put down her fork. She glanced at Charles, and since he didn’t say anything, she didn’t press
further.
The mood at the table turned tense. It stayed that way until dinner ended. Just as Yolanda was about to leave, May asked her, “I heard you’re going out to work now?”
“Yeah,” Yolanda said.
“Don’t go to work,” May told her. “Just stay home and take care of Charles.”
Yolanda pressed her lips together, her eyes clear. “There are plenty of maids at home who can take care of him.”
It was the first time she ever talked back to May.
May’s face darkened, then she gave a cold laugh. “Yolanda, you know I’ve never been satisfied with you. Your only value is to take care of Charles.”
Yolanda took a deep breath and asked, “May, anything else?”
The moment she said that, Renee rolled her eyes. “Yolanda, what’s that supposed to mean? How can you talk to my mom like that?
“Don’t you know your allowance every month has to go through her approval? If she doesn’t agree, you won’t get a dime next month.
“You’ve loved Charles for years, and you’re lucky that you married him. If you don’t learn to appreciate it, I’d say it’s only a matter of time before another woman takes your place.”
Yolanda had been neglected for two years. Before, she endured it out of love for Charles, but
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“It would be wonderful if that woman really shows up,” she said.
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Shock flashed across both May and Renee’s faces. May slammed the table hard. “How dare you?”
Charles set down his coffee cup and let his gaze fall on Yolanda’s face.
For the past two years, he had been satisfied with her obedience. But now, she had changed.
He stood up and said coolly, “Let’s go home. Mom, don’t be upset. I found that emerald bracelet you’ve always wanted. I’ll have Jack bring it over tomorrow.”
May gave a cold snort and dropped the matter.
Yolanda followed Charles out the door. As she was about to get in the car, she heard him ask, “Are you really pregnant?”
He spoke while lowering his head to light a cigarette. But then he seemed to think of something and slowly put the lighter away. “Go to the hospital.”
Yolanda found it almost funny. “If I really am, what would you do?”
For once, annoyance flickered in Charles’s eyes. All that gentleness and charm he used to coax her were gone.
He didn’t have to say it. Yolanda already knew the answer.
It felt like a blade had pierced her heart. She had always known he was ruthless, but she never thought he would be this ruthless.
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Chapter 15
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
Part 1: The Discovery of BetrayalYolanda Grant’s marriage was built on patience, sacrifice, and quiet endurance — but that illusion shattered in one night. It was late when she arrived at a dark, empty alley after receiving a mysterious message with an address. At first, she thought it was a misunderstanding. After all, her husband Charles Sinclair — a man of wealth, power, and refined taste — would never lower himself to something so vulgar. But when she saw him holding a young woman in his arms, kissing and touching her like a man possessed, every ounce of denial drained from her. Charles, the proud and disciplined businessman, was cheating — and in a filthy alleyway, no less.Part 2: The Scene of HumiliationFrom the safety of her car, Yolanda watched as the scene unfolded. The woman clinging to Charles was frail, trembling, and emotional, like a flower blooming in the mud. The surroundings — the stained floor, damp walls, and suffocating darkness — mocked everything Charles had always claimed to be. This wasn’t just infidelity; it was degradation. Yolanda’s mind swirled with disbelief. Her husband, who obsessed over class and perfection, had become a man of impulse and dirt. She didn’t confront him or make a scene; she didn’t even cry. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, numb, realizing that her marriage was already over in spirit.Part 3: Two Years of DevotionAs she sat there, flashes of the past flooded her mind. Two years of marriage — two years of her trying to please him in every way. She had known from the start that Charles didn’t love her. On their wedding day, he had made it painfully clear that his heart already belonged to another woman. Still, Yolanda married him out of hope, out of love, out of the foolish belief that devotion could melt even the coldest heart. She gave up her career, her ambitions, and her independence, just to prove she was worthy of him. She cared for him like a nurse for her patient — cooking his meals, planning his wardrobe, and tending to every detail of his life. And in return, she got nothing but distance and silence.Part 4: The Breaking PointNow, watching him entwined with another woman, everything she had built inside her — the patience, the sacrifice, the illusion — collapsed. The man she had once called her husband had become unrecognizable. He had torn off his noble mask and revealed himself as nothing more than a beast driven by desire. Yolanda felt like she’d been slapped, her dignity shattered into pieces. But instead of screaming or crying, she felt an eerie calm. Her pain was too deep to express. All she could think was: This marriage must end.Part 5: Charles’s UneaseWhile Yolanda drove home, Charles suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The headlights of a passing car illuminated his face, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t know whose car it was, but unease stirred in his chest. The girl in his arms whimpered for his attention, but his mind was already elsewhere. Straightening his clothes, he pulled away coldly. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said flatly. “The company’s got big projects. I can’t afford divorce rumors right now.” His words revealed not love, but calculation — every move guided by image and control. The girl, blinded by her feelings, agreed softly, claiming she would wait. But to Charles, it was just another temporary indulgence.Part 6: The Return HomeWhen Yolanda returned home, the villa felt colder than ever. She had just come out of the shower when Charles entered the bedroom, carrying his jacket. He looked as immaculate as always — tall, handsome, commanding — but tonight, his arrogance seemed cruel. On his pristine white shirt, Yolanda noticed a faint smear of pink lip gloss. She had never worn lip gloss; she hated its stickiness. That small, shiny mark told her everything she needed to know. As she dried her hair, she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.Part 7: The Cold ConversationCharles glanced at her and asked casually, “When did you get back?”“This afternoon,” she replied.He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as if nothing had happened. “I was out playing golf tonight,” he added. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Through the reflection in the window, Yolanda saw the dirt on his back — proof that golf wasn’t the only game he’d been playing. With quiet fury, she shot back, “Then I guess you scored plenty of holes. Congrats.”Her sarcasm caught him off guard. For the first time, he frowned, slightly unsettled. He wasn’t used to this tone from her — the woman who once worshiped him now sounded indifferent, almost mocking.Part 8: His Cruel ArroganceInstead of apologizing, Charles smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Are you mad? I told you when we got married that I didn’t love you. If you’re that unhappy, find someone else to cheat with.” His words cut through her like a blade. It wasn’t just betrayal anymore — it was humiliation. He treated her heartbreak as an inconvenience, as if her pain were irrelevant. Inside, Yolanda’s chest felt like it was being strangled with wire, every breath searing. Yet she stayed silent. Her quietness, once a sign of love, now turned into armor.Part 9: The Memory of InnocenceIn that moment, Yolanda’s mind drifted back to when she first met Charles. She was young, freshly adopted into the Grant family, and he was already the picture of perfection — disciplined, confident, untouchable. Back then, she looked at him with admiration and love. To her, he was everything she aspired to be. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this same man would someday make her feel worthless. All those years of love, of marriage, of giving — they now felt like a cruel joke.Part 10: A New Beginning Hidden in the Word “Fine”Charles chuckled when she finally said, “Fine.” To him, it was just another empty threat, another outburst that would fade with time. He kissed her cheek, confident that her love would keep her shackled to him forever. What he didn’t realize was that this time, “Fine” wasn’t surrender — it was goodbye. Behind her calm eyes, Yolanda had already made her decision. The love that once bound her had turned to ash, and from that ash, something new was forming — strength.Chapter 1 ends with Yolanda’s quiet determination to take back her life. She won’t cry or beg anymore. This time, she’ll walk away — not as a broken wife, but as a woman reborn through betrayal.
