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Yolanda stormed off, fuming inside. Now that Charles could pull dirty moves for Sophie, she could fight back for Ian.
Just then, her phone rang–it was Sean. “Tessa,” he said. “The execs over at Starlight Entertainment just told me you gotta apologize to Sophie. Bet that’s Mr. Sinclair’s call.”
A man making his wife apologize to his mistress was totally crazy. Sean, who had known Yolanda for years, couldn’t help but mutter, “Sinclair’s really something else.”
Yolanda let out a laugh. She saw Charles clearly now–total pro at acting devoted, except when it came to his first love. “Sean, I’ll take care of it. Thanks for the heads–up.”
Sean sighed and hung up.
Yolanda kept driving, plotting how to make Sophie pay, when bam–someone rear–ended her, and it was Sophie.
Sophie was in a flashy sports car, sunglasses perched on her nose. When she saw she’d hit a 600–thousand–dollar Porsche, she let out a smirk.
Her manager whispered, “Stay in the car. You’re famous now–media’s everywhere. I’ll deal with this.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “Okay. Make them pay. This car’s a gift from Charles.”
The manager cringed. They’d rear–ended the other car, and it was totally their fault–how could they ask for money?
Yolanda got out and recognized the manager, her brow furrowing.
Spotting Yolanda through the car window, Sophie took off her sunglasses and rolled the window down. “Oh, it’s you, Tessa,” she said—she’d heard her name from someone.
Sophie then pulled out a compact to touch up her makeup, looking way too pleased with herself as she asked, “By the way, how’s that talent? Heard he’s moving to Zack’s team. Think he’s even in shape to film right now?
“I told you not to cross me. I haven’t forgotten that slap you gave me. Apologize and bark like a dog for an hour, and I’ll let your talent off the hook. Otherwise, his luck would run out for good next time.”
Yolanda smiled, pulled out her phone, and started typing.
Sophie’s manager rushed over. “Ms. Gilbert, let’s work this out. You know if you tick off Mr.
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Yolanda didn’t even glance at him. She snapped a pic of Sophie and sent it to a paparazzo she knew. She’d even got the headline ready: [Famous Actress Rear–ends Car and Harasses the Victim.]
Yolanda wasn’t someone to mess with, especially not when she was still fired up getting hurt. If Sophie wanted a fight, Yolanda was ready to show her who’d end down harder.
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The paparazzo moved fast. He posted the photo on a Twitter account with 10 million. followers, even dropping the exact crash location.
As soon as the post went live, Yolanda saw the notification, hailed a cab, and took off.
Sophie scoffed, figuring Yolanda was just scared. She slid her sunglasses back on and said impatiently, “She’s gone. Let’s bounce.”
No sooner had she spoken than cars swarmed them, and cameras started flashing.
The manager’s face went pale. He grabbed his phone, pulled up Instagram, and saw the post had already racked up thousands of comments in minutes. “Oh no, this is a total disaster,” he cried.
Sophie’s car was stuck in the middle, boxed in. She flushed bright red, tears spilling down her cheeks as anger coiled in her chest.
Back home, Yolanda scrolled through the news. Sophie had been escorted away by cops- fined, and publicly called out for blocking traffic.
She found it funny and let out a laugh. But when she looked up, she froze–Renee was staring at her, curious. ‘Why’s Renee at Moonbay Estate today?‘ she wondered.
Renee was big into celebrity gossip, so she couldn’t resist asking, “You saw the trending stuff, right? You know Sophie?”
Yolanda’s smile dimmed a little. “No. Do you?”
Guilt flickered in Renee’s eyes–she knew Sophie was Charles’s secret fling. He’d even taken Sophie on business trips, and Renee had gotten a car to keep quiet.
Still, she shook her head. “Nope, never heard of her. Why would I know some movie star?”
A sarcastic glint flashed in Yolanda’s eyes. ‘I used to be so naive, she thought. ‘Everyone knows Charles is cheating, and they’re all covering him.’
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Renee leaned back, looking every bit the spoiled rich girl. “That face mask you made me last time worked great. Whip up some more.”
She said it like it was no big deal. She figured Yolanda worked for the Sinclairs, and this was just part of her job.
Yolanda bent down to change her shoes by the entryway, staying silent.
Renee had super sensitive skin. She’d seen tons of dermatologists, but none of them helped. She ended up allergic to most skincare products.
Back when Yolanda was head over heels for Charles, she’d cared about every Sinclair. She’d dug into skincare research and made those masks just for Renee. They worked, so Renee kept coming back whenever she ran out.
Only then did Renee ever soften her tone. Any other time, her words were sharp, full of jabs.
Yolanda wasn’t made of steel; those words definitely stung. But back then, just one tiny bit of kindness from Charles, and she’d brush it all off, forgive and forget.
Now, she’d seen it clearly–her place in the Sinclair household was no better than a servant’s. She headed for the stairs, muttering, “I forgot how to make it.”
Renee, who had been sitting with an air of arrogance, shot to her feet. “What are you talking about? You made that recipe up yourself. How could you forget? You just don’t want to, do you?”
Yolanda kept going up the stairs, pretending not to hear.
Renee swiped the cups off the coffee table, fuming. ‘If it weren’t for these damn face masks, I’d have already pushed Charles to divorce this bitch by now,‘ she thought. ‘He never even liked her anyway!
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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.