Chapter 103
“Megan, how are you feeling lately?” Yolanda asked.
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She couldn’t help but wonder if Greg had really stopped causing trouble. Guys like him don’t change overnight. But now that Megan was pregnant–and with hormones in the mix–she was even more glued to him than before.
Megan was quiet for a few seconds before she replied, sounding totally content. “He’s been home with me. every day. Is the studio giving you any trouble?”
“Not really. Ian isn’t blowing up yet, so it’s not like there’s a ton happening. Charles handed me Starlight Entertainment, so I’ll go over and take charge when I get the chance. Is Greg with you right now?”
“Nope, he went out to get me some tofu pudding. I just suddenly had a craving for it.”
“Okay, just make sure to look after yourself. By the time your baby comes, I’m sure our studio will be running like clockwork,” Yolanda said.
Starlight Entertainment might not be much in the eyes of the Sinclair Group, but in the entertainment scene, it was far from a nobody. Back in the day, they helped turn unknowns into movie kings and queens. But over the
past five years, the
company’s luck had completely tanked–no fresh talent, no rising stars, just fading glory. These days, the only buzz was the gossip floating around about how Starlight survived by slapping outrageous breach–of–contract fees on rookie talent. They’d bait naïve newcomers into signing, squeeze every drop out of them, and if anyone dared push back, those mind–boggling fees would snap their backbone in an
instant.
After hanging up, Yolanda decided to head to the hospital to bring William back to the orphanage. His health was slowly improving, but staying at the hospital while worrying about the kids was actually slowing down his
recovery.
She drove into the parking lot, but before she could even get out of her car, she spotted a man wearing a mask lurking nearby, looking suspicious.
The last argument she’d had with Greg was still fresh in her mind. She was almost sure it was him.
Her heart tightened. There was no way Greg showing up here was just a coincidence–he was probably waiting on purpose.
She lowered her lashes, and as a thought crossed her mind, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Greg was still lurking, scoping out the parking lot with that sketchy, stakeout vibe, when–wham!-something slammed into the back of his head. Blackness crashed over him, and he dropped flat, unconscious.
When he finally came around, the reek of gasoline filled his nostrils. He glanced down in panic–he was drenched in the stuff.
Yolanda was standing right beside him, gripping his lighter tight.
Greg’s pupils contracted in raw terror. He reflexively parted his lips for a scream, but before any sound escaped, Yolanda’s voice cut in cold: “You so much as make a noise, I’ll set you on fire.”
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The lighter flicked on with a snap, and a tiny flame sprang to life, hovering dangerously close to his gasoline-
soaked clothes.
His face turned ghostly pale, and he trembled, not daring to utter a single word.
The wound on his head was still throbbing, but he kept his mouth shut, not daring to say anything that might piss Yolanda off. He swallowed nervously, worried that flame would come for him at any moment.
Yolanda stared him down. “Greg, I’m going to ask, you answer. If Megan hadn’t begged me last time, I swear you wouldn’t be standing here now. This is your final warning.”
Greg’s reply was barely more than a breath, afraid even a hint of loudness would piss her off.
Yolanda was even crazier than those loan sharks. He was genuinely scared stiff.
“Who put you up to coming after me last time?” Yolanda’s voice was cold.
Greg’s lips quivered. For a second, he thought about sticking to his denial–but then he saw her chilling smile. “How much are you into those people for? I’ll bail you out, but don’t kid yourself. If they set you up once, they’ll do it again. I’ll pay for you this time, but next time? You think you’re gonna get a second chance, but from the beginning, you were just their prey. To them, you’re beneath notice–just a disposable pawn to mess with me.”
Yolanda flicked the lighter in her hand, her eyes steady as ice. “Megan’s carrying your baby. I called her just now–she said you went out for tofu pudding. She keeps reminiscing about how good you used to be. Makes me wonder: how does someone who was once so decent turn into this? Was it gambling that ruined you, or were you always this kind of person and just kept your real self hidden all along?”
Greg started struggling, shouting, “What the hell would you know?! Maybe I’m trash to Megan now, but I was genuine as hell before! If I’m lying, let lightning strike me! Who the hell are you to erase my past—who hasn’t been proud, or naïve, once in their life?!”
His cheeks burned with humiliation. He’d taken plenty of shame as a gambler, but somehow, right now, it stung worse than ever.
Yolanda slapped him–twice, sharp and loud. “If I hadn’t tied you up today, let me guess–you were gonna do the same to me, pull the same sick stunt you tried last time?”
Greg bit back his words, jaw clenched, eyes burning red. “Just you wait!”
Smack! Another slap, echoing through the room.
Yolanda sneered, “You only know how to bully women. If anything happens to Megan one day, it’ll be all on you–you’ll be the one who ruins her.”
She kicked the chair over with a crash and stomped her foot hard on his chest, holding him down.
Greg started out yelling a couple of times, but soon he just curled up, shivering and barely making a sound.
His resistance all but vanished, and he stayed silent, just hunched over, not daring to speak.
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Yolanda lost her patience. “Spit it out–who put you up to coming after me?”
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“Say it!” Yolanda snapped.
“Boss Sheng… I heard them call him that on the phone. I still owe them three million. Don’t let Megan find out…” Greg finally muttered.
“Card number,” Yolanda demanded.
She sent the money right away. “This is the last shot you’re ever getting. If there’s even a shred of decency left in you, think about your kid. If not, I’ll make sure you vanish from Megan’s life–and your kid will grow up calling someone else ‘dad.”
Greg curled up on the ground, jaw locked in silence, trembling uncontrollably.
Yolanda walked out, not bothering to check his restraints. She hadn’t tied them tight–he’d be able to get free after a bit of squirming.
She went upstairs to sign William out of the hospital, only to see an incoming call from May on her phone. May was probably calling about Renee Sinclair. Who knows what kind of trouble she was getting into back at the Sinclair mansion–endless scolding and, most likely, another round of getting forced to kneel as punishment.
Yolanda was just over it. She used to bend over backwards for the Sinclair family because she was into Charles, but now she couldn’t care less, so why keep letting them walk all over her?
She set her phone to mute. If anyone asked, she’d just shrug and say she never even heard it.
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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.
