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Yolanda knelt downstairs, while the passing servants whispered among themselves.
She was never welcome at Sinclair manor and had been punished by kneeling many times.
before.
But she caught a cold last night, and her body was already weak. After kneeling for several hours, her body heat kept rising.
The window upstairs suddenly slammed open; right above where she knelt was Renee Sinclair’s room.
Renee Sinclair poured a basin of water down and spoke with a triumphant tone.
“Take this and remember it! You worthless woman, don’t ever think you’re my sister–in–law. To me, you’re no different from trash!”
After storming off, she closed the window.
Yolanda was doused with cold water, and her body temperature spiked even faster.
Linda had already left. She didn’t care whether Yolanda lived or died, nor did she respect Yolanda’s dignity.
Yolanda knelt for an unknown length of time until a pair of dress shoes stopped right in front of her.
Charles reached out a hand and placed it in front of her. “Come on, let’s go back.”
Her knees went numb and ached, but without holding his hand, she forced herself to stand
- up.
Charles used to think she was fragile like a clematis flower, but now he saw a tough resilience
in her.
He chuckled. “You feeling wronged?”
Yolanda’s lips cracked and dry, she said nothing, her steps unsteady as she moved forward.
Charles watched her retreating figure and saw her stumble as she got into the car. He stepped forward and supported her waist.
She pushed his hand away, and the next moment, he pinned her down on the back seat.
“Honey, don’t make me angry.”
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He grabbed the bottled water beside him, trying to feed her, but that obedient little pet cat suddenly showed its teeth and bit hard into his tiger’s mouth.
The bite broke the skin and drew blood.
Charles raised an eyebrow, his eyes darkening.
Yolanda bit her teeth so hard hers ached before letting go.
The man suddenly laughed, his fingertips grinding harshly against her teeth.
“Since when did you learn to bite? Let daddy see–those teeth are sharp.”
Yolanda’s anger made her scalp tingle. To others, the fury of the weak was just a little kitten stretching out its paws, a small squabble.
She was about to bite again, but her tongue was held, and the gesture only made her secrete some saliva. She glared at him angrily.
Charles’s face originally held a smile, but seeing her expression and the red marks at the corner of her eyes, his smile slowly faded.
He pulled back his fingertip, grabbed a nearby tissue, and wiped off the saliva.
“Stop messing around.”
Yolanda’s chin hurt a bit as she sneered, “I’m not messing around with you.”
“Not messing around? Then are you acting cute with me?”
He grabbed her close, holding her tightly in his arms. His hand slipped under her hem. “Like this, much more lively.”
After saying that, he leaned down and softly whispered by her ear.
“More enticing than before.”
Yolanda’s face instantly turned completely pale.
Charles never acknowledged her pain.
He was so aloof that he saw her only as a pet or a decorative vase in the house.
Even when she yelled herself hoarse in anger, he only saw it as a spoiled pet throwing a
tantrum.
It was truly embarrassing.
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For the weak, even anger looks ridiculous.
She remained silent.
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The car stopped at Moonbay Estate. He, dressed in a light–colored suit, got out first and pinched her cheek. “Why stop now?”
Those words stabbed deep into her heart like a sharp knife.
Her lips moved slightly but she said nothing, quietly walking inside.
The servant at the door saw them and immediately asked, “Mrs. Sinclair, Mr. Sinclair, have you had dinner?”
Charles said “hmm” and took off his suit jacket.
He stayed by Yolanda’s bedside last night and didn’t go home, so he didn’t know she wasn’t home.
When Yolanda doesn’t come home, the servants report it to him.
No one mentioned it last night, so he naturally assumed she was home.
He followed her upstairs and saw that she still went to the room at the end of the hallway,
which amused him.
Yolanda came out after showering and saw him in her room.
He had also showered; his hair was damp, and he was wearing only a bathrobe.
She said nothing and grabbed the hairdryer to dry her hair.
Charles walked in, took the hairdryer, and said, “Let me help you.”
“No need,” she replied.
His expression darkened, but then the corners of his mouth curled up. “That slap last night- were you hurt?”
“No.”
She sat in the chair, quietly blow–drying her hair.
Charles stepped closer and snatched the hairdryer. “There’s ten million dollars on that card by the bedside.”
His fingertips ran gently through her hair. “Spend it however you want, but be nicer to
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Yolanda found it amusing–Charles was never short of money.
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If this had happened before, she would have imagined some grand love story behind his
gesture.
But she never realized that Charles was only offering what he had the most of–and despised the most–to keep her wrapped around his finger.
He never stood up for her or sided with her; he just used money to settle things.
Just like how he dealt with his other mistresses.
Their fifteen years meant nothing.
Her
eyes were calm. From Charles’s point of view, since he was willing to lower himself and blow her hair, she should be head over heels in love.
He thought she was still the same Yolanda, but she hadn’t been that person for a long time.
Ian was great; she had grown addicted to that feeling.
The husband at home no longer seemed that charming.
Thinking that way made her feel much better. Ten million dollars is too good to pass up, and she could invest more resources in the puppy.
“Thank you, husband.”
Charles lowered his lashes, a trace of boredom flickering in his eyes, and set the hairdryer aside.
“Mm, get some rest early.”
It was just as boring as before,
Yolanda watched his back silently as she got into bed; she found her husband quite boring.
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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.