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“What did you say to my brother that day? lan, was it really just a coincidence that I picked you up?” Yolanda pressed him.
lan didn’t answer, just pursed his lips silently.
Yolanda wondered what kind of person lan really was.
Was he the sullen, cold guy she met at first, the daring and reckless man he’d shown later, or was he the one right now–trying to stir up trouble between her and Charles?
She wasn’t stupid; she knew exactly what he was up to.
“Ms. Grant, do you really think I approached you on purpose?” lan asked.
She didn’t have the energy to dwell on it. Closing her eyes, she said, “I’m tired. Let me sleep here for a bit.”
She let herself fall onto the couch, and in the next moment, his lips pressed softly against hers.
He gently parted her lips and explored with careful tenderness.
She kept her eyes closed, offering only a vague, indifferent response, before he pulled away. Ian got up, grabbed a blanket, and draped it over her.
The phone next to her rang again, probably Charles calling. But he never really had much patience for her; it barely rang twice before he hung up.
Charles set his phone down, the private room thick with the scent of expensive liquor. Quinn Cooper leaned in with a sly grin, his fox–like eyes glinting mischievously.
Quinn said, “Calling Yolanda, huh? Did you two have a fight or something? No way–with how soft she is, she’d never have it in her to argue with you.”
Quinn slouched back with a sigh, saying, “Honestly, she hates going out. If she showed up with you more often, she’d totally catch on to all those girls you’re seeing on the sly.”
Quinn was a real flirt, from looks to personality–a classic playboy. That tiny mole on his nose only made his fox–like charm stand out even more, making him look like he’d break a heart or two without trying
Charles rubbed his brow, that gentle smile never leaving his eyes. “She’s probably just pissed at me. Trust me, she never stays mad for long.”
Quinn smirked. “Seriously, seeing you always so laid–back, almost makes me wish you’d finally trip over a girl one day. With all the women coming and going around you, not even one’s ever made you lose it?”
Everyone in the scene knew Charles was proud, ruthless, and could charm just about any woman he set his sights on.
But with so many flings, he never got stuck–just dropped them and moved on, barely missing a beat.
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Honestly, people say he doesn’t care much for Yolanda, but the truth is, Charles never once considered divorcing her.
“Lose it? Me?” Charles lifted an eyebrow, a faint smirk appearing as something flashed through his mind.
“They’re just not quite it,” he replied, lips curling up.
“Tsk, poor Yolanda–she’s the innocent one here,” Quinn said.
Leo sat quietly off to the side, just focused on a game on his phone, not saying a word.
The private room door swung open as Samuel walked in. Quinn, quick as ever, changed the subject right
away.
Samuel was the same as always–serious, never cracking a smile, shirt buttoned all the way to the top. He never joined in any girl talk; everyone knew he was a total workaholic, the sort who’d crash at the office for a month without going home, almost freakishly strict about his job.
But tonight, when the business talk ended and everyone started chatting about women, Samuel’s lashes barely lifted as he shot a glance at Charles.
He only glanced for a moment before lowering his eyes to his drink, that wild thought echoing in his mind:
“What if I became her side piece? Think she’d let me?”
Leo’s voice came cold and mocking. “You know, the ones who look all innocent are usually the wildest behind closed doors. Seriously, you guys better not get played. Next time you pick a girlfriend, keep your eyes wide open, or you’ll end up with someone who’s been passed around way more than you’d think.”
Quinn slapped Leo’s phone with a laugh. “Dude, why are you talking like you’ve got a grudge against good girls? You sneak off, find a girlfriend, and she dumps you or something? Is that why you’re so salty lately?”
Someone jumped in, “Maybe Leo just didn’t find a real Miss Perfect. In all of Beloris, the only true goody two- shoes is Yolanda.”
Leo’s face flushed crimson, lips thinned as he shoved his phone into his pocket and sneered, “Heh, just you wait. I’ll be watching.”
He was just waiting for the day Yolanda got caught in the act–so he could make this whole crowd eat their words.
Samuel shot Charles another look. Charles stayed out of the banter, eyes glued to his phone, nobody knowing what was running through his head.
Yolanda slumped onto the couch, refusing to budge.
Ian was just about to scoop her up and take her upstairs when his phone suddenly rang. He stiffened for a moment, then carried Yolanda up before answering the call.
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Whatever he heard on the other end made his expression sink. “Wait for me,” he said.
After Ian left, Yolanda woke up, her head still pounding.
She massaged her forehead and saw a string of snarky messages from Renee.
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[Yolanda, seriously, you can sleep through this? Everyone says you and that kid are tight, but I just don’t see it. You’re not even gonna shed a tear?]
[Pathetic. Kids from the orphanage are never worth anything—just like you. Think about the life you lead. No matter how much the Grant Family tries to pretty you up, you’ll never be good enough to step into the real world.]
After firing off those messages, Renee was still fuming. She snatched up the vase in front of her and smashed it against the wall.
“Why hasn’t she just dropped dead yet?” Renee spat.
May heard the noise from the doorway, heart hurting for her. “Renee, don’t let yourself get sick over this.”
Renee laughed and cried at the same time. “I lost a freaking finger, and my brother still won’t dump that bitch! I can’t take this. She’s not getting away with it.”
May sighed, pushed the door open, and pulled Renee into her arms.
“Let’s just get you feeling better first,” May said softly.
Renee’s tears fell in heavy drops, her jaw clenched like she wanted to tear Yolanda apart.
Then a sharp gleam flickered in her eyes. With a cold sneer, she shot off a message to Grady.
The last time Renee went to see Vivian at the hospital, she snagged Grady’s WhatsApp.
Grady was trouble, and everyone knew it–his reputation was all bad. He and Cedric were Vivian’s muscle, ruthless through and through.
But Renee didn’t care at all. As long as Grady could get rid of Yolanda for good, nothing else mattered to her.
May kept patting Renee’s back–her hatred for Yolanda ran deep. But lately, what really weighed on her was Dylan. He hadn’t been home for ages, too busy keeping that woman under his protection.
She pressed her lips tightly, unable to stop herself from trembling all over.
Renee was in tears, but she noticed her mom’s strange state and couldn’t help asking, “Mom, are you okay?”
May looked pale, waving her hand as if to brush it all away. “I’m just worn out. I worry about you, and now Charles is running the company, things are still unstable. Let’s not add to his troubles, okay? We’ll deal with everything later, alright?”
Renee couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. Sure, she was showered with affection at home, but in the end, everyone knew this family always sided with her brother.
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She lowered her gaze, thinking, ‘As long as Charles doesn’t want Yolanda gone, she gets to stay in the Sinclair family as Mrs. Sinclair‘
Heh, why her?‘ Renee sneered.
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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.
