Chapter 61
Chapter 61
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Yolanda felt like she had swallowed a bottle of concentrated acid; from her mouth to her throat to her stomach, it all burned fiercely, as if corroded.
“I’ll settle this with you another day.”
She tossed out the words and walked away, heading straight to the bar where Vivian had her accident. This bar belonged to the Lawson residence.
The Lawsons and the Andrade manor didn’t have a good relationship. They hadn’t obtained the surveillance footage yet, as both sides were still at each other’s throats.
Yolanda sighed in relief when she heard that the Andrade manor hadn’t obtained the surveillance footage yet, and immediately called Leo.
“Leo, about the last time I kissed you, I want to apologize. Are you free now?”
Leo had an older brother, Charles, who was the real one in charge. Leo himself was a carefree young master living off his family, but he was spoiled by everyone at home.
“You want to apologize to me? Are you healed? You looked like you were bleeding that day.”
“I can’t sleep without apologizing to you.”
That made Leo feel relieved. “Alright, I’ll send you my address. Let’s see what tricks you have up your sleeve.”
The address was Leo’s home. Although Yolanda had known him for many years, she had never actually been to his house.
He had recently moved out of the Lawson residence, invested in several projects that made him money, and with the shares he held in the Lawsons, he could live comfortably for the rest of his life.
Leo had a few friends over at the moment. He waved them off, “Alright, alright, all of you get out. Someone’s coming later.”
“Leo got a girlfriend? Planning to shake things up? Haha, yeah, we really don’t belong here right now.”
“Get lost, get lost. What girlfriend? I’m not interested in women.”
I’d rather play a few more games and have a few more drinks.
The group left laughing and joking.
They had just left for about ten minutes when Yolanda arrived.
Leo sat on the sofa like an old man, holding a game controller in one hand and resting the other casually on the sofa. “Apologize. Tell me how you want to do it.”
That kiss, although just a peck on the cheek, haunted him. He wished he could kill Yolanda.
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Disgusting. That woman and Charles must have done it countless times.
He didn’t want a relationship. If he had to have one, it better be with a virgin.
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Yolanda wore a pair of faded whitewashed jeans today, with her shirt tucked in a bit, making her waist look especially slim.
She had her hair in a high ponytail. Since she’d been recovering in the hospital for the past week, she looked a bit thinner, and her small, delicate face seemed even smaller.
If you put her among a group of college girls now, no one would suspect she’s already married.
She always carries that fresh and delicate charm.
Leo lazily held the controller, staring at the big screen in front of him. Just as he thought about switching games, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Yolanda quickly approach, grab his collar, and press her lips to his. She even worried about a photo being taken.
“Click.”
He froze, then his cheeks flushed scarlet in an instant.
“Damn it! Yolanda, are you crazy?!”
“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!!”
He rubbed his lips hard, almost making them bleed, his eyes full of shock and fury, his lips trembling with
anger.
Yolanda stood there, face calm. “Give me the footage from the bar where Vivian had that accident last night, or this photo will be sent to Charles’s phone. You’re close with him you don’t want to ruin that brotherly relationship, right?”
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Leo’s eyes blazed with anger; he had never met such a shameless scoundrel.
“Alright, you send it! Let’s see if Charles believes you or me.”
Yolanda lowered her eyelashes, her fingers tapping on the phone as if texting, while threatening, “You’ve known me for over ten years. If someone told you Yolanda forcibly kissed a man, would you believe it?”
Of course, he wouldn’t believe it.
Everyone knew over the years that Yolanda was as obedient as a bunny.
Chapter 62
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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.