Yolanda just took his words as nonsense; after all, Leo had always liked mocking her.
Everyone here tonight had clout; she was just a small fry among them all, someone she couldn’t afford to
offend.
The slap Vivan Andrade received was because she couldn’t hold back at the moment.
It’s said that a female celebrity who once offended Vivian was later rescued from Raventon.
Everyone guessed it was the handiwork of Vivian’s uncle, Dominic; that man dotes on her and wouldn’t let anyone who upset her live.
Yolanda took a deep breath and felt Vivian’s gaze on her.
Vivian smiled slightly, put down her glass, and stood up to leave.
A few minutes later, Charles left as well.
As soon as they reached the balcony in the hallway, they kissed.
Vivian’s arms wrapped around his neck. “Mr. Sinclair, I invited all these people tonight. You’re not upset, are you?”
Charles pushed her away gently and wiped the lipstick from his mouth. “A little upset.”
Vivian laughed and lit a cigarette. “Then don’t be mad. I’ll handle the BlueWave Shipping situation for you.”
She looked at Charles with a hint of infatuation. She had actually liked him for a long time. If he hadn’t suddenly married Yolanda, maybe she would have tried to become Mrs. Sinclair.
Anyway, the Grant residence is nothing compared to the Andrade manor.
Her hand still circled Charles’s neck. “Your wife’s inside, and there are so many people in there. Do you want to do it here?”
Charles opened the balcony door and said gently, “She’s in a bad mood tonight. I’ll have to comfort her when I get back. Don’t go too far,”
Vivian’s expression darkened, her eyes flashing with fierce jealousy.
But Charles had already returned to the private room.
He opened the door to the room and saw everyone chatting with the people next to them. Yolanda quietly kept her head down, and he felt an unexplained discomfort.
He sat back down beside her, pulled her into his arms, and tried to kiss her cheek, but she dodged away.
Charles’s eyes were calm and carefree. “Are you mad?”
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Yolanda just didn’t want him to have just kissed someone else and then come kiss her–it made her sick.
She stood up and smiled at him. “I’ve apologized, so I’m heading out first.”
Those words really embarrassed Charles, and the lively atmosphere instantly died down.
Yolanda didn’t bother thinking more and just lifted her foot to leave.
When she reached the main entrance, she finally caught her breath and then heard footsteps behind her–it
was Leo.
Leo walked over with his arms crossed. “You’ve liked Charles for fifteen years, and you actually dodged his kiss just now. Way to go, Yolanda.”
Back then, Leo was one of the main people who pushed her into the pool. Over the years, whenever he saw her, he would always find a chance to mock her openly or in private.
She had no idea what she ever did to offend him.
As she was about to get into the car, Leo grabbed her shoulder. “Hey, don’t rush off.”
She shook his hand off. “Leo, do we have some grudge?”
Leo, who was also tall–there was no short guy in this bunch–laughed. “I just genuinely can’t stand you, you old–fashioned stick.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Yolanda suddenly pulled his collar closer. “I get it, you just want to get my attention. Actually, you like me, right? You’re jealous seeing me chase after Charles.”
After saying that, she casually kissed him on the cheek.
That’s so disgusting, it’s killing me.
Leo’s eyes were full of shock. When he realized what was happening, his cheeks instantly flushed bright red with disgust. He scrubbed his face hard, feeling like he’d swallowed a fly–he wanted to throw up but just
couldn’t.
“You! You, you, you!”
He didn’t expect Yolanda to do that. His face heated with anger. “You…”
Yolanda was already frustrated tonight. Vivian pissed her off even more, and she was angry at herself for feeling so powerless.
She swore she wouldn’t stay so weak forever.
She got in the car, slammed the door shut, and walked away with purpose.
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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.