Chapter 52
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Yolanda returned to Moonbay Estate, opened her wardrobe, and threw all her clothes out. When she saw the yellow nightgown, her face turned pale, and a wave of nausea surged up. She quickly pushed open the bathroom door and vomited into the sink.
She had long suspected Charles was cheating, but she never expected him to humiliate her like this.
The maid saw the pile of clothes by the door and worriedly asked, “Mrs. Sinclair, do you want these clothes cleaned?”
Yolanda wiped the corner of her mouth and stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked so disheveled–how foolish she had been before.
She feared that everyone around Charles thought she was a fool.
She took a deep breath, washed her face, and said, “Throw it all away. My shoes too, everything.”
“But these are all expensive…”
Yolanda was very frugal. In the past, whenever Charles wanted to buy her new clothes, she refused them all, thinking a piece of clothing could last at least three years.
So she doesn’t have any new clothes.
Saving money for him is simply the dumbest decision; there are plenty of women out there spending his
money.
“Throw them all away.”
She even felt disgusted with the outfit she was wearing.
Charles brings his mistress home, the servants must know well, yet they keep it so well hidden.
Thinking about how well she’s treated every servant over the past two years, never harsh to any of them.
If those servants overheard Charles with his mistress in the master bedroom, how would they see her, who knows nothing?
They would definitely think she’s utterly foolish and utterly pitiful.
Yolanda’s lips were somewhat pale, her fingertips trembling slightly; she’s known Charles for fifteen years, yet it’s truly a mess.
She held a fire inside her chest, not knowing how to vent it.
By the time she came to her senses, she had already driven to the villa where lan lived.
He opened the door and saw her standing outside, pale.
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“Ms. Grant…”
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He called out and stepped aside, “I just got back. Is something wrong?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yolanda walked inside and slammed the door shut.
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lan bent down to get her a pair of shoes, but she stretched out her leg and stepped on the shoes he held out.
lan squatted down and looked up at her.
She lifted her foot and stepped on his chest for a moment, and he fell backward.
His eyebrows slightly raised.
After a few seconds, he slowly straightened up and grasped her ankle.
“Here.”
She wore straight–leg pants that made her legs look long and straight.
She was just upset and wanted to take it out somewhere.
She suddenly hesitated, realizing what she was doing.
She quickly tried to pull her foot back.
Her slender ankle was firmly held in place.
“Ms. Grant…”
His voice was noticeably hoarse as he stared at her without blinking, his Adam’s apple moving.
Yolanda glanced sideways and felt he looked like a dog.
She forced herself to pull her leg back, suppressing the panic inside.
He was still sitting on the ground, eyes red and swollen, looking somewhat pitiful.
Yolanda looked away without meeting his eyes, unsure what to say, until the ringtone broke the tense silence.
She took a deep breath, quickly turned around, and pressed the answer button.
It was a call from Mrs. Grant, Yolanda’s mother, asking her to return to the Grant residence immediately.
Feeling uneasy, she hurried to open the door but heard lan say, “Does that mean you’re ignoring me?”
He sat on the floor, cheeks flushed, even his neck held a slight blush; his hair fell loosely, exuding a seductive
charm.
“I’m busy right now.”
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“Yolanda, you’re acting like a heartless woman.
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Yolanda stood rooted at the doorway, thinking how her behavior wasn’t much different from Charles’s.
lan was only twenty–three and had never been in a relationship.
“1…”
She didn’t know what to say and, in a panic, blurted out, “Let’s talk another day.”
She didn’t dare look at him. When she got in the car, she still felt that strange sensation under her feet.
She took a deep breath, stopped overthinking, and drove toward the Grant residence.
Her intuition told her that something had happened at the Grant residence as well.
She hated coming to the old house, afraid of the ancestral hall where people were punished by kneeling, and also scared of entering the dark, pitch–black rooms.
When she finally entered the main hall, she saw Lily kneeling in the center, trembling all over, looking like she had just been released from the dark room.
Anyone locked inside there for a few days would be shaken.
The room was pitch black, pitch silent, and filled with a terror like being swallowed by a monster at any
moment.
Yolanda quietly sat down nearby.
Lily Grant was the eldest daughter of Colton Grant. Years ago, she married into the Lawson residence.
Yolanda knew beforehand that Dominic had a tendency for domestic violence, but the Lawson residence was powerful, ranking among the top ten elite families in Beloris.
When Lily married in, Samuel had not yet been born, and the Grant residence was in decline.
The Grant family seemed cursed; only one male was born per generation.
The previous generation was Yolanda’s nominal father.
Her generation was Samuel.
Lily knelt on the ground, her forehead hitting the floor repeatedly with a pounding sound. “Dad, I beg you, please let me divorce. Let me divorce. I’m begging you–I really can’t take it anymore.”
Her cries echoed through the entire hall, but no one responded.
Yolanda knew that Lily was the disgrace of the Grant residence because after almost thirty years of marriage,
she had no children.
Lily’s forehead was bleeding from the impact, and she was trembling like a leaf.
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The living room door was kicked open rudely by someone.
This is Lily’s husband.
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The man slammed a pile of photos onto the coffee table. They showed Lily cheating with someone–the bodyguard from the Lawson residence.
Colton’s expression changed instantly; he was so furious he nearly fainted.
The rest of the Grant family also looked very upset.
Dominic enjoyed seeing the Grant family embarrassed, then he kicked Lily over. “When you married, it was your family who said if a woman ever cheats, I could deal with her however I want.”
Lily coughed up blood from the kick, then knelt upright. “Dad, please let me get a divorce. I don’t love this man. I really don’t.”
Dominic grabbed her hair and said to Colton, “I’ll take her back first. Dad, sorry to disturb you tonight, but I won’t divorce her. I won’t let this slut go.”
Actually, the relationship between the Lawson residence and the Grant residence isn’t bad. Years ago, the Grant family got some resources from the Lawsons that helped them survive.
Now Samuel is the new head of the Grant family, but compared to the Lawsons, they are still at a disadvantage.
Lily’s face was covered in blood, dragged away by the hair, screaming all along the way.
Within half an hour, photos of her with the bodyguard circulated all over the group chats.
To take revenge for her affair, the men of the Lawson residence even had a group of homeless men abuse her, recording the video and maliciously spreading it in these circles.
In less than three hours, Lily became the subject of gossip.
Yolanda’s palms were sweaty; she felt unable to eat at the Grant residence, and the atmosphere during dinner was heavy.
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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.
