The car door slammed shut, and Yolanda was pulled tightly into Ian’s arms.
Ian buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, as if trying to memorize her scent.
Outside, people were bustling around the set, coming and going. Yolanda felt a bit uneasy and raised her hand to gently push Ian away.
But Ian was already tracing her neck with his teeth, slowly and deliberately, his touch lingering on her skin.
“Ian Foster!” Yolanda snapped, her voice sharp with embarrassment.
Yolanda snapped, her voice tight with embarrassment. Ian quickly let go, looking up at her, his eyes burning with longing–there was no way to hide how he felt.
Yolanda straightened her clothes, then asked with a teasing smile, “Do you like it? The studio put this look together just for you. I’ll be spending a lot more time with you from now on, so just focus on your acting for now. Your fame is growing, but you still need some real work to back it up–it’s just hype for now.”
Ian pulled her into his arms again, holding her close. “Mm–hmm,” he murmured, not wanting to let go.
Yolanda reached up and gently pinched his ear. “Alright, Zack White’s show is already airing, and the ratings are looking good. The photos from that coffee commercial you did just came out too. For your next endorsements, I’ll help you pick carefully–we’re aiming for you to be seen as a real actor, not just a pretty face. I don’t want you to burn through your hype too soon.”
If Ian got lumped in with the idol actors, his popularity would run out sooner or later, and it’d be tough for him to switch gears and become a serious actor down the line.
Right now, Ian was juggling two roles with totally different personalities, and he was pulling off both with ease. The sky was the limit for him now.
“Yolanda, I just got a flood of new fans all of a sudden. Shouldn’t we celebrate?” Ian said, his voice low and playful.
He’d brought it up yesterday too, and today Yolanda finally had some free time, so she whipped out her phone and started searching for somewhere good to eat nearby.
But Ian leaned in, his lips almost brushing her ear as he whispered, “Does that spot down there miss me?”
Yolanda’s hand trembled, and she almost dropped her phone, but Ian was quick and caught it before it could
fall.
His long fingers curled around the phone, and he fixed her with those dark, starry eyes.
“I’m thirsty,” he murmured, his tone full of mischief.
Yolanda’s cheeks went scarlet. She still wasn’t used to sneaking around with Ian like this, especially behind Charles’s back and out in public.
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‘Honestly, lan makes a pretty damn good side guy,‘ Yolanda thought to herself.
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Yolanda felt her whole body flush with heat. She shoved Ian away, got out, and marched straight to the driver’s seat. Without another word, she slammed her foot on the gas.
Ian caught a glimpse of her through the gap in the seat, then leaned back, closed his eyes, and let a small smile tug at his lips.
Yolanda pulled up to Ian’s place and grabbed a stack of scripts she’d gotten over the past couple of days.
These were all small–time projects, the kind that came in when the public opinion was still against Ian. The directors were just trying to cash in on his controversial reputation–good or bad, fame was still fame.
Yolanda wasn’t impressed with any of them, but her studio was still small, and she didn’t want to burn any bridges. So she’d taken them all, figuring she might as well sift through them and see if anything stood out.
Ian watched as Yolanda carefully sorted through the scripts. He crouched down beside her, looking up at her with a soft, almost needy gaze.
Yolanda frowned, feeling his stare was a little too complicated. “What’s with that look?” she asked.
Ian rested his hand on her knee. “How about we stop hiring new people? Let me be the one to make money for you.”
Guys in their twenties were always so damn possessive.
Yolanda hadn’t really noticed it before, but now she finally saw it for what it was.
She held the script in her hand, her expression calm. “Say something like that again and I’ll just hire a new agent to keep you in line.”
Ian’s fingers tightened on her knee, and his lips pressed into a thin line.
He knew he was asking for too much.
‘Yolanda’s just in this for fun,’ he thought to himself.
His gaze darkened. ‘Wasn’t she supposed to be the sweet, innocent type? Guess she can be pretty damn ruthless when she’s just playing around,’ he thought bitterly.
Yolanda spent half an hour going through the scripts. When she noticed lan had gone quiet, she could tell
she’d hit a nerve with what she said.
But honestly, she just wasn’t in the mood for any of that right now.
Yolanda stood up and set the room key on the table. “Raclyn’s agent gave me this–it’s her idea. You can decide if you want to go. As your boss, I’m not going to force you to cozy up to anyone, but I also don’t want to keep you on such a tight leash that you never get to socialize with other women. Raelyn’s pretty picky—I checked, and there aren’t many guys she’d actually make a move on. So, think it over.”
After that, Yolanda pulled out another card–it was her bank card.
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“There’s two million dollars in there. I’ll handle all your living expenses–food, clothes, rent, you name it. You’ve been rocking that all–black look lately, and it suits you. Stick with the bad boy vibe it’ll
save you from those awkward moments with the press when you don’t know what to say.”
With his killer looks and solid acting, lan could just stand there and the public would already forgive him for anything.
He didn’t even have to sweet–talk anyone–fans would flock to him no matter what.
Ian stared at the two cards on the table and didn’t say a word.
Yolanda wasn’t expecting an answer from him just yet. She glanced at her phone and said, “Raelyn’s waiting for you tonight. I’m in touch with her agent on WhatsApp–if you’re not planning to go, just give me a heads- up so I can let them know.”
Ian picked up the room key, his tone cool. “If I go sleep with someone else, I won’t really belong to you anymore. Would you still want me then?”
Yolanda felt her throat tighten. Whenever the topic turned to men and women, Ian always made himself sound so unworthy.
Sometimes, she almost believed he actually cared about her.
But how could that be? Before she decided to get back to work, she’d only met Ian once–and she could barely even remember his face. They hadn’t even been in touch during their two–year marriage. There was no way he could actually have feelings for her.
She’d long since stopped expecting anything from men. Her career was all that mattered now.
But Ian was young, and he needed a straight answer. “Don’t you want to be my first?” he asked, his voice low and direct.
Even when Yolanda was crazy about Charles, she never dared to be this blunt.
She pressed her lips together, saying nothing.
Ian set the room key down on the table and slowly pushed it back to her. “I’m not taking this,” he said, his voice low but firm.
Then he grabbed her bank card. “But this two million? Guess that makes me your kept man now.”
Yolanda nearly forgot how to breathe.
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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.
