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Yolanda strode over and helped Megan up from the ground.
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The man’s eyes flickered with surprise, clearly not expecting her to come. He sneered, “This is my home. Get out.”
Megan’s face was swollen beyond recognition. She grabbed Yolanda’s wrist with one hand. “Yolanda, let’s go talk outside.”
Her eyes were full of pleading. Yolanda immediately realized that Megan still loved this man.
She took a deep breath and helped Megan out the door.
Once in the car, she asked, “Was he also the one who messed up the studio like that?”
Megan leaned back and let out a painful “hiss.”
“Is this how you’re letting him treat you?”
“He wasn’t like this before.”
“Megan!”
Megan blinked her lashes and forced a bitter smile. “You’re not me, so you haven’t seen his good side, only what he is now–so fierce and cruel. He used to be really good.”
Yolanda’s eyes showed disbelief. She had been a stay–at–home wife for the past two years and hadn’t looked deeply into Megan’s marriage. This marriage had already rotted away, but Megan clung to it so tightly it would only cause her more pain.
“Megan, you…”
Megan felt like even breathing hurt. She took a few shallow breaths, adjusted her position, and said, “I’ll handle this myself. Yolanda, don’t worry about me.”
Yolanda didn’t know what to say and gripped the steering wheel tight. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
Megan closed her eyes. Blood stained the corners of her mouth, and her voice was hoarse.
“I’ve known him since we were kids, both from a small town. I had no parents and was bullied by those around me. He was tall as a kid and always protected me–from elementary school all the way through college. In college, he was my senior and the student council president, always the center of attention wherever he went. For someone like him to like me, sometimes I wake up laughing from the dream. But Beloris is a place where just having a degree won’t get
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you far–you have to have the right background and family support. We’re both from small towns, and after many setbacks, his pride shattered. He will definitely become a better person.”
Yolanda didn’t want to hear more and took her to the hospital for stitches.
Megan grabbed her sleeve. “I’ll cover the studio’s losses. Yolanda, please don’t call the police.”
Yolanda was silent for a few seconds. Seeing the pleading in her eyes, she sighed, “If it happens again, I won’t go easy on you.”
Megan’s lips twitched. “Thank you.”
She had already taken Megan home by 2 p.m.
Her phone had been ringing for a while, calls coming from both Sinclair manor and the Grant residence.
No need to guess–it was about Renee Sinclair.
Renee Sinclair had just woken up half an hour ago after fainting in fear and had been crying while holding her family from Sinclair manor.
Charles adored his sister and had stayed by her hospital bed all night without resting.
Renee Sinclair’s fear of water is related to Charles. It is said that she could only act recklessly in front of Charles because she was trying to save him.
This time, Yolanda really hit a brick wall.
She first went to the Grant residence. As soon as she walked in, her mother Linda Grant threw a cup at her, hitting her forehead and drawing blood.
Linda slammed the table hard, her face flushed with anger.
“How dare you push Renee into the water? Didn’t you know she’s afraid of it? She was unconscious all night. So many people called you, and you didn’t answer a single one! Yolanda, I think you’ve really lost your mind!”
As a woman of the Grant family, such behavior is unforgivable.
Yolanda held her forehead, fully aware that it was useless to defend herself at this moment.
A pile of expensive gifts sat on the coffee table. Linda stood up and said, “You’re going to the Sinclair manor to apologize. If Rence forgives you, this will be over. Also, you’d better flatter Charles more; if you get kicked out, how will we survive in this social circle?”
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She glanced at Yolanda’s outfit, furious, and couldn’t help but slap her again.
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“Do you want to get yourself killed? What are you wearing? All wrinkled! Change into something decent right now! We leave in ten minutes. If you’re late, you’ll spend five days in the black room!”
Yolanda lowered her eyelashes, her face pale; no one liked the Grant residence’s little black
room.
She hurried upstairs to change into clean clothes, then got into the car with Mrs. Grant.
The Sinclairs knew Renee Sinclair would come today. May had already been waiting in the hall, and when she saw Yolanda, she sneered coldly.
Feeling guilty, Linda Grant tugged Yolanda’s sleeve, “Go apologize to your mother–in–law.”
May picked up a cup of tea from the table, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “No way, I can’t take that apology. Ruanyuan only said a couple of things to you, and you pushed her into trouble. If I had insulted you, who knows what you’d do? I think your marriage to Charles doesn’t need to continue.”
Linda Grant’s expression instantly changed. She strode forward quickly, lowering her posture and speaking with a flattering tone.
“Oh dear, why say such things and cause trouble? This time, it’s all Yolanda’s fault. Before coming, I already told her to ask for Renee’s forgiveness. Renee can do whatever she wants to her; our Grant residence won’t say a word.”
Thinking of Samuel, and knowing the Sinclairs were still cooperating with him recently, May snorted coldly, “Renee is upstairs.”
Linda Grant turned to Yolanda, her voice rising sharply, “What are you standing there for? Go upstairs and apologize right now!”
Yolanda’s hand, hanging to the side, curled slightly. She went upstairs.
Behind her, Linda Grant’s flattering voice could still be heard, “These gifts are to apologize. One of them is the diamond ring you’ve been searching for; it looks beautiful on your hand.”
May’s expression brightened considerably, but she still held firm, “Yolanda has a lot more to
learn.”
“Yes, yes, I will teach her more when I have time.”
Yolanda went upstairs to the room where Renee Sinclair lived.
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At that moment, she lay in bed looking very pale, while Charles sat beside her, feeding her
soup.
Seeing her arrive, Renee instantly reacted with distress.
“Why are you here? Get out! Charles, make her leave! I don’t want to see her anytime soon!”
Charles was tall and sat straight–backed beside the bed.
His slender fingers held the spoon gracefully, and with a calm tone, he said, “Eat properly.”
Renee Sinclair snorted coldly, “Then let her kneel in the courtyard until I’m satisfied.”
The Grant residence likes to lock people in dark rooms, while Sinclair manor prefers to punish by making people kneel.
Charles fed her another spoonful of soup. “Yolanda, go kneel now. I’ll take you back tonight.”
The implication was she needed to kneel until he decided to go back.
“Charles, why do you favor her so much? I almost died!”
Yolanda found it funny; she definitely couldn’t handle such favoritism.
Charles should understand that she never started trouble; it was his own sister who provoked first.
Charles slowly put down the bowl in his hands, his eyes serious and calm.
“So, what do you want to do?”
Renee Sinclair suddenly fell silent, strangely afraid of this brother.
She could act so coquettishly in front of her brother only because she once saved him as a child and because of their blood relationship.
In fact, she could feel that her brother’s heart had grown cold and he treated everyone that
way.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears, and her hand clenched tightly inside the blanket.
She would never forgive Yolanda, that despicable woman!
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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.
