Ian Foster’s follower count was on fire lately, and Yolanda worried he’d freak out with all the attention. So, while the online buzz was still raging, she was the one logging in and handling everything on his Twitter
account.
The internet was still obsessed with the whole thing. With a bunch of directors and actors caught up in it, people couldn’t get enough of the drama, and Ian’s name was still all over the trending lists.
Thanks to all this, Ian’s personal Twitter was blowing up with new followers every day. Plus, Zack White’s show had just started airing, and with Ian’s looks and acting chops, the show’s popularity shot up several times
over.
The first day’s ratings broke all previous records, and Zack White, who’d been on edge, finally let out a huge sigh of relief. As soon as he saw the numbers, he called up Yolanda.
“Yolanda, I really have you to thank for this. How about I treat you and Ian to dinner sometime? Let’s put all the past drama behind us and look forward to working together again.” Zack said warmly.
He was calling lan “Ian” now, since even a fool could see Ian Foster was clearly on the rise.
Yolanda smiled as she cleared out all the private messages from Ian’s Twitter account. “Sure thing, Zack. I’ll check in with Ms. Sinclair and see when lan’s available.”
After hanging up, Yolanda thought about bringing someone new on board. She’d been going through candidates these past few days, but none of them felt like the right fit.
And with Megan Carter expecting, Yolanda was left juggling everything herself and was totally swamped. Guess the hiring would have to wait a little longer.
She got up, figuring she’d drop by the hospital to see William Bennett today.
William had been in the hospital ever since his kidney transplant, but he was getting stronger every day. Soon, he’d be able to go home.
She grabbed some fruit and was just turning the corner when she spotted Charles.
Her steps halted and she instinctively backed away.
Standing beside Charles was May Sinclair, who was holding her forehead, looking like she wasn’t feeling well at all.
Charles helped her to a seat, his tone flat. “Mom, are you feeling any better?”
May sighed. “Thank goodness you picked up.”
She hadn’t been able to reach Dylan Sinclair, who hadn’t been home in ages. Ever since their last fight, he hadn’t set foot in the Sinclair manor.
May’s hand slowly curled into a fist at her side, her lips pressed into a hard line. ‘I have to find out who that bitch is. After all these years, why the hell is she still trying to get in touch with Dylan?‘ she fumed inwardly.
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“Charles, all this stress from your father is what made me sick in the first place. You’re handling the company well, but your uncles are still lurking around. You really need to have a child soon–otherwise, how are you going to explain yourself to your grandfather?” May pressed, her tone full of anxious insistence.
Charles’s uncles were all a handful–none of them were easy to deal with.
Jonathan Andrade had been asking about grandkids lately, but Charles had zero intention of having a child with Yolanda. She was never the one he wanted for that.
May grabbed his hand, her face clouded with worry. “If you’re still waiting for that woman, then just go and bring her back. I heard she’s a big star now. If she really loves you, maybe she’d be willing to give up the entertainment industry for you. But our family can’t have a woman from showbiz.”
‘We’d be a laughingstock among all those society wives,‘ May thought bitterly.
Sure, there are celebrities who marry into wealthy families, but as soon as they tie the knot, they quit acting for good. And honestly, those women are always the lowest rung in the industry anyway.
Yolanda stood just around the corner, listening in on their conversation, her eyes dropping as she took it all in.
She’d been part of the Sinclair family for two years now, but not a single one of them had ever truly accepted her. They were still hung up on Joelle Monroe–the woman who ditched Charles and ran off back then.
She didn’t expect anything from Charles anymore, but honestly, it still stung.
Joelle really had it easy–she didn’t have to lift a finger, and Charles was still hopelessly in love with her.
Yolanda stood frozen, listening as May pressed on, “You really need to think about having a kid soon. If it doesn’t work out, just go abroad and meet that woman–get her pregnant. Once she comes back with the baby, it’ll be easier for her to move up in the family. Otherwise, how are you going to explain things to the Grant residence?”
Yolanda closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
What May meant by “explaining” was basically throwing Yolanda under the bus, saying she couldn’t have kids, so Charles had to find someone else to do it.
Not being able to have children was a huge deal.
Especially for a woman from the Grant family–it was practically a joke. Lily Grant was a perfect example.
Yolanda tuned them out and headed straight for William Bennett’s hospital room.
Right then, a doctor who knew her called out, “Hey, Miss Grant! Haven’t seen you in a while. Mr. Bennett’s doing great these days.
Her heart gave a jolt, and almost on instinct, she reached for the door to William’s room, about to slip inside -when Charles’s voice suddenly called out.
“Yolanda?” Charles called out.
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Her hand froze, and she slowly let go of the door, pulling it back.
“Charles, what are you doing here?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
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She really didn’t want Charles paying too much attention to William Bennett–if he started digging, the truth about the kidney donor might come out.
Charles walked over, peeking inside. “Mr. Bennett still hasn’t been discharged?”
“No, but he should be out in a few days,” Yolanda replied quickly.
“Let me go in with you and check on him,” Charles offered, stepping forward.
William always kept Charles in his thoughts. There was a time when Charles would go with Yolanda to visit the orphanage, but honestly, that was only when he had nothing better to do.
“No need, Mr. Bennett’s resting. I don’t want to bother him,” Yolanda replied, keeping her tone light as she tried to deflect Charles.
She was about to loop her arm through his and lead him away when a familiar voice called out from behind them.
“Ms. Grant?” Daisy Thornton called out.
Yolanda turned around and saw Daisy holding a bag of medicine, her eyes wide with surprise. “Ms. Grant, are you not feeling well? What brings you to the hospital?”
Charles’s brows knitted as his gaze landed on Daisy. He paused for a few seconds before asking, “Are you Hugh Thornton’s daughter?”
Hugh had illegally tried to trade a kidney, so Charles had his leg broken and shipped him overseas.
‘How does Yolanda even know his daughter?‘ Charles thought, baffled.
Daisy’s face was all innocence as she smiled. “Yeah, I met Ms. Grant before. My dad used to mention her a lot -he always said she was really kind. But I haven’t been in touch with him for a long time.”
As she said this, she lowered her eyes, looking quietly forlorn.
“Oh, is that so?” Charles replied, his voice cool and unreadable.
He glanced back at Yolanda. “I’ve got stuff to deal with at the office this afternoon, so I’m heading out. Take care on your way home.”
Yolanda nodded, forcing a small smile. “Alright.”
As soon as he walked away, Yolanda finally let herself breathe, her whole body loosening up at last.
Once Charles got in the car, Daisy was still on his mind. He offhandedly remarked to Jack Nolan in the front seat, “Look into how Daisy Thornton and Yolanda know each other.”
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Jack looked puzzled for a moment, trying to place Hugh Thornton. When it finally clicked, he blurted out, “Mr. Sinclair, are you suspecting Mrs. Sinclair of something?”
Hugh had worked at the hospital for years–he shouldn’t have been strapped for cash. So why would he suddenly risk everything like that? Something was seriously off about this.
But that six million dollars really did land in his account, and Yolanda was never the type to pull something
that bold.
Charles knew Yolanda inside out–she’d always put him first, no matter what.
He rubbed his brow, and when he saw Jack about to make the call, he just sighed.
“Forget it,” he muttered, letting it go.
Chapter 93
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.
