Chapter 50
He clicked his tongue, hesitated for a few seconds, then handed her a handkerchief.
She was probably frightened and, having just changed her living environment, felt like walking on eggshells; her fingertips trembled as she took the handkerchief.
Charles glanced at her fingertips: pale, delicate, and soft.
She radiated a pitiful aura from head to toe.
In this circle, it was like a lamb walking into a wolf pack.
He was too tired of hearing the crying and lifted his foot to leave.
The uptight one followed but froze on the spot, feeling awkward after he gave a sharp glare.
Pretty cute.
But goodbye, she became so proper, like a product coming off the assembly line at the Grant residence.
Completely boring.
Back to the present, Sophie’s fingertips were still wrapped around his wrist.
Charles pulled at his collar and yanked her close.
Excitement flashed in Sophie’s eyes. “Charles?”
He casually pushed aside the empty private room next to them, gripped the back of her neck, and pressed her against the door.
Having followed him for so long, Sophie knew well that he liked to play with thrills.
Probably because that boring old nag over there wouldn’t play along with him.
Charles likes to control everything, both in and out of bed.
Sophie was exhausted after being tossed around for four hours; by the time it ended, it was already past midnight.
Charles lit a cigarette, his peripheral vision fixed on her.
She swallowed nervously, watching him blow out a smoke ring while casually draping his suit jacket over his elbow, giving off that refined rogue vibe again.
“Charles…”
“It’s late. Let’s go back.”
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Sophie breathed a sigh of relief; this meant it wasn’t over yet–otherwise, he would have already sent her off with his bank card.
Her heart warmed, and a smile curved at the corner of her mouth.
She would rise to the top sooner or later.
By then, Charles was sober. As he got into the car, he impatiently tugged off his tie.
Back at Moonbay Estate, he saw Yolanda asleep on the sofa in the lobby.
He grabbed a nearby blanket and casually covered her before heading upstairs.
The next morning, Charles received a call from his sister, Renee, her voice filled with panic.
“Bro, come back home. Mom and Dad are fighting.”
Charles rubbed his forehead; he had been busy all week dealing with the kidney donor issue.
His parents had never had any problems in their relationship, so why would they suddenly fight?
He freshened up and asked Yolanda to go with him to the Sinclair manor.
Renee was full of surprise when she saw him, but when her gaze landed on Yolanda, it turned to disdain.
“Why are you here too?”
Charles looked toward the living room. The coffee table was scattered with broken cups, showing that the fight was intense this time.
He went upstairs and just reached the study door when he heard May’s voice.
“Don’t think I don’t know. You must have gone to see that bitch’s kid! If Charles finds out, your strict father image is ruined. Dylan Sinclair, I’ve been with you for so many years, and you’re still hung up on that bitch. I won’t let you off, I won’t let you off!”
Charles’s hand paused at the door.
Dylan’s tone was cold, holding back his anger, “Stop acting up. What nonsense are you spouting in front of the kids?!”
“Nonsense? I’ve seen that kid myself. Fine, back when I confronted him, you were the one secretly sabotaging me, weren’t you? If you deny it, I’ll have someone run that bastard down tomorrow!”
“Slap!”
The sound of the slap echoed throughout the room.
Since Charles could remember, he had never heard his parents argue this seriously. They had always been a model couple admired in their circle.
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The cry of May came from inside.
Charles knocked on the door; the crying stopped instantly, and May wiped her tears.
The study door opened. Charles looked at his father sitting in the chair and his mother standing nearby.
The atmosphere around them was tense. May looked up, took a deep breath, and said, “Charles, when did you get here?”
Charles suddenly chuckled, “Dad, did you just have an illegitimate child?”
“You bastard!”
Dylan threw the teacup at Charles, hitting his forehead. Blood instantly started to flow down.
May began to scream,‘ shielding Charles in front of her. “Are you crazy?!”
After calming down, Dylan frowned and said, “Call Tommy to take a look.”
Yolanda had been waiting downstairs. After Renee Sinclair said a few snide remarks, the Sinclair family doctor arrived.
When Charles came down the stairs, his forehead was covered in blood.
She was a bit surprised–was the argument really that intense?
Renee Sinclair was scared to tears and immediately called Wyatt Sinclair.
Charles kept his eyes closed and showed no expression while being bandaged.
Sometimes, Yolanda just can’t figure this guy out.
Charles seems to be gentle and cold with everyone.
May kept crying by the side but refused to say a word.
Yolanda has been married into the Sinclair manor for two years, but this is the first time she has encountered this kind of atmosphere.
When Dylan came down, Charles’s forehead had already been bandaged.
Wyatt Sinclair had three sons and one daughter. The struggle among the three sons was fierce. As the eldest, Dylan was very capable, and Charles, whom he raised, was also a fierce competitor in the business world.
But Dylan was very cold.
Unlike Charles, who used gentleness as a disguise, Dylan’s coldness and seriousness were ingrained in his bones.
Yolanda has been married here for two years but has rarely seen him.
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May, his wife, had always been respectful and fearful toward him, but today she blatantly tore their relationship apart, which meant something serious had happened.
Dylan placed some documents on the coffee table. “The BlueWave Shipping route is yours to handle. Once you resolve the issues, this route will be under your management from now on.”
Wyatt Sinclair’s three sons held nearly equal power, and the competition,g them was fierce.
As the new heir of Sinclair manor, Charles faced constant threats underfoot. He currently had the most management power but was also restrained by his two uncles, having survived hundreds of assassination attempts since childhood.
Though Wyatt Sinclair seemed kind, he essentially let things be. Only those who emerged victorious from the wolf pack’s last fight were fit to survive in this predator–filled world.
In a big family, blood ties aren’t as useful as mutual interests. Sometimes, the latter proves even more reliable.
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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.
