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Like many men, he watched those movies during his teenage years.
He still vaguely remembers some of the more well–known actresses.
But no one is more beautiful than Yolanda.
No one.
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He crouched by the car door, feeling lost, his cheeks instantly burning so intensely it made him dizzy.
His reason told him not to look any longer.
He looked away, angrily slammed the door shut, and his fingertips stiffened slightly in the air.
He didn’t know if he was trying to escape or something else.
But that glance just now… he could never forget it.
He lifted the partition in the back seat and pressed the accelerator again.
He felt that something was off about himself, an indescribable feeling.
After sending Yolanda to Moonbay Estate and handing her over to the servant, he didn’t say a word and nearly fled the scene.
Yolanda’s clothes had been deliberately tidied by him, but it only drew more attention.
The servant was so frightened that he called Charles, but Charles was busy at the moment.
In his world, work came first; only after finishing work could he spare time to mess around with those lovers.
The servant called Tommy over. After a checkup, medication, and a bath for Yolanda, she finally lay down and fell asleep.
When she woke up, her whole body felt weak–it was the aftereffect of the medicine.
She barely remembered what happened last night. She shook her head and saw Lily’s belongings just stacked on the bedside table–at least they had been brought back.
She heaved a sigh of relief, took another shower, and had just gotten dressed when Megan called her.
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“Yolanda, Ian’s play got postponed. He’s heading out to the countryside this evening and won’t be back until five in the morning. I’m tied up tonight. As for my husband…”
Her gambler husband kept causing her trouble, but this time it was especially bad. The man borrowed from loan sharks, and when the collectors showed up, they smashed everything in the house. But she didn’t tell Yolanda about it.
“Okay, you handle that. I’ll just go with Ian.”
She raised her hand to rub the bridge of her nose, still feeling a lingering ache deep in her
bones.
In the evening, Charles called her to say there was a dinner gathering at a mountain villa in the countryside tonight.
The only gathering she had been part of before was the one where she apologized to Vivian.
She lowered her lashes, about to refuse, but Charles hung up too quickly this time.
He’d been incredibly busy lately, barely having time for his mistress, working overtime every day at the office.
Yolanda decided firmly not to go. She planned to say her studio was too busy if asked.
The door of Moonbay Estate was knocked on; it was Renee Sinclair who came.
Renee hummed a tune, having dressed up nicely today. Seeing her dressed so casually made her a bit unhappy.
“Come on, let’s go shopping together. Why are you dressed so shabby? No wonder doesn’t care for you.”
After saying this, she came over and grabbed Yolanda’s hand.
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Renee spends money freely and usually needs someone to accompany her shopping, actually just carrying things for this young lady, acting as labor.
Whenever Yolanda went out with her, she had to carry at least ten bags with one hand,
She never received any gratitude.
Renee snorted coldly, taking out a compact to touch up her makeup. “Yolanda, don’t blame me for saying this, but you really don’t know how to dress.”
Yolanda was dressed casually today–simple jeans, a white shirt tucked in at the waist, which made her look especially youthful.
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Rence felt very jealous; this person looks good no matter how casually she dresses.
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Thinking about how her brother didn’t like her, she felt pleased. No matter how beautiful she was, she was just a cheap vase.
The car slowly moved and finally arrived at the large luxury goods center.
Yolanda stayed quiet the whole time. Since she was already here, she happened to have her eye on a men’s watch. If she remembered correctly, wasn’t Ian’s birthday coming up soon?
It wasn’t that she cared much about him; it was just that Megan had been nagging a bit a few days ago.
This watch costs around 30 grand, not too expensive, and she could afford it.
After buying the watch, Renee Sinclair’s voice came from beside her, “You can actually give away something so cheap?”
Renee always had nothing nice to say, so Yolanda just ignored her.
The watch was wrapped up, and Renee took out her phone, unable to resist snapping a photo of the box and sending it to Charles.
[Brother, she really isn’t putting any thought into this gift. It’s way too cheap.]
Charles had just come out of the lounge bathroom. After a full night of meetings, a shower refreshed him a lot.
Yolanda had given him many gifts since they were kids, but most of them he never opened and later casually handed off to the house staff.
He glanced at it briefly and didn’t reply to the text message.
But Yolanda only bought a watch and didn’t buy anything else, nor did she go upstairs to help Renee Sinclair carry things.
Renee Sinclair cursed angrily, “Yolanda, what kind of attitude is this? You used to act like a lapdog just to please me, and now you need me to ask you before you’ll come up and carry stuff?!”
She didn’t bring any bodyguards and was carrying seven bags herself, her wrists turning red from the strain.
Seeing Yolanda just carrying a single bag and standing around leisurely made her even more furious.
“Aren’t you just our family’s cheap maid? I’m not in the mood to pick a fight with you today,
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so don’t think too highly of yourself!”
As she spoke, she handed a bag to Yolanda.
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Yolanda didn’t take it, and the bag fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
Renee looked up in disbelief and slapped her hard. “Are you out of your mind?!”
Renee was never gentle with Yolanda before–Yolanda used to cling to her, coax her, and let her do whatever she wanted. Now that she was so cold, Renee just couldn’t stand it.
The slap was caught mid–air by Yolanda.
Renee Sinclair’s face flushed red with anger, her chest rising and falling, “Let go! Let me go! I
won’t let you off.”
Yolanda released her hand, her expression calm. “I’m leaving first.”
Renee’s face was bright red, tears welling up instantly, with a hint of malice flashing in her
eyes.
She no longer wanted to tolerate Yolanda, that witch–besides, Charles didn’t like her anyway.
She took a deep breath and dialed Vivian’s number.
Since she and Vivian were in the same circle, she knew Vivian had recently run into trouble and that Vivian liked Charles.
Charles was such a heartthrob; if Vivian became his wife, that would be nice.
She poured her heart out to Vivian in tears.
At that moment, Vivian was still in the hospital. Knowing Dominic had failed, she was angry, but at least the trouble with Yolanda’s regular friend continued.
Yolanda only has a few friends, and if anything happened to Megan, she definitely wouldn’t be okay.
If you provoke Vivian, thinking you can live peacefully, how’s that possible?
She wants this bitch to spend every day from now on in trouble,
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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.
