The shop was tiny, with just one staff member and not a single customer in sight.
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The clerk took the piercing gun from Ian, then immediately avoided looking in their direction, clearly too embarrassed to watch.
Yolanda sat on the stool, forced to crane her neck. Right now, all she could focus on was holding still–her usual fear of needles slipped to the back of her mind.
Ian prepared to pierce her other ear, coaxing gently, “See? Didn’t hurt at all, right?”
When Yolanda stayed silent, Ian squatted down so they were eye–level and asked softly, “Are you upset?”
He quietly pinched her untouched earlobe. “If you keep ignoring me, I might just pierce it wherever I feel like,” Ian teased.
“I’m not mad,” Yolanda blurted out, her heartbeat pounding in her chest from nerves.
Yolanda thought, ‘God, my heart’s about to leap out of my throat.‘
Ian locked eyes with her, his gaze deep and swirling with unspoken emotion. Suddenly, he broke into a smile. “Let me give you a kiss first, then I’ll do this one.”
Yolanda relaxed a bit, though sweat still dotted her nose. “Just… just tell me when you’re about to—”
Before she could finish, the second earring was already in. The pain caught her by surprise, coming a moment late.
“You-!” Yolanda burst out, startled.
Ian set the piercing gun aside, gently cupping her face in his hands. He wiped the sweat from her nose with a tissue, his touch soft and careful.
Yolanda’s scolding died in her throat, leaving her speechless.
She got up to leave in a hurry, but overheard Ian paying the clerk; then, chuckling under his breath, he hurried after her.
Yolanda couldn’t help but feel she’d been tricked. ‘So annoying,‘ she grumbled to herself.
“Ms. Grant,” Ian called out, catching up to her.
He pulled her close, saying, “I’ve got two on this side, one on the other. What kind of earrings do you like on men? I’ll go buy some.”
Yolanda stopped in her tracks. Honestly, she really liked guys with earrings–especially someone as attractive as Ian. There was just something sexy about it.
But she was still a bit annoyed, so she decided to mess with him. “I like guys with tongue piercings. Pretty
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Ian’s smile froze, caught off guard for a split second. Recovering, he replied in a husky tone, “Don’t mess with me, I might actually take you seriously.”
Yolanda instantly regretted what she’d just said. She gave a little cough and hurried onward, trying to hide her
embarrassment.
Ian followed right on her heels, his voice trailing after her–seductive and haunting.
“If you really want it, I’ll get my tongue pierced right now.”
“I was just messing with you. Don’t actually do it–it’s enough for you to fake it. If someone finds out, it won’t end well,” Yolanda replied quickly.
Ian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers gentle. “Keep them dry for three days, or they’ll get infected.”
“Got it,” Yolanda replied.
Back in the room, Charles still hadn’t returned.
Yolanda had never really done anything this new before. She’d been fighting the urge to check them out earlier, but now she was glued to the mirror, admiring her fresh piercings with the clear starter studs gleaming at her earlobes.
Her eyes were full of wonder, like she’d just leveled up her whole reality–totally fascinated by this tiny change.
While she was still inspecting herself, the bathroom door was pushed open. Charles was standing there in just a shirt, lingering in the doorway as he spotted her new piercings and slowly came closer.
He slipped his arms around her from behind, fingers itching to touch, but he slapped his own hand away. “Better not, too many germs,” he murmured.
He let out a small laugh and dropped a soft kiss on top of her head. “So what got you in the mood for new ear holes all of a sudden?”
“I saw the piercing shop downstairs, and after putting it off for years, I finally decided to go for it,” Yolanda explained.
“So why didn’t you get it done before?” Charles asked.
He rested his chin on top of her head, both hands holding her waist.
Yolanda lowered her lashes, memories flashing back to her days at the orphanage. There was this man who came by to donate supplies once–William couldn’t have been more welcoming, practically rolling out the red carpet. The guy scanned the crowd of kids, his gaze locking onto her, and asked to speak with her privately.
What happened next still haunted her–he’d jab needles into her fingers, warning her not to shed a single tear,
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He brought a whole truck full of snacks, but his business life was falling apart. He just needed someone vulnerable to vent his twisted frustrations on.
Biting her lip, Yolanda forced herself not to cry. All ten fingers were nearly ruined, but she couldn’t tell William–if she did and the man stopped donating, everyone might go hungry that winter.
The man only stuck around for a month. Back then, even Athena was suspicious, worried he might have other shady interests. She asked Yolanda a lot of questions and checked her for any harm–but never thought to look at her battered fingertips.
A whole month of that, and Yolanda ended up with a real phobia of anything sharp. Years later, when she took Charles back to the orphanage, she’d told him about it in a whisper, like sharing a secret she wished she could forget.
Too bad, he’d never really cared much.
“Never really got the chance before,” Yolanda replied, her tone breezy, but there was a shadow in her eyes.
She was bored out of her mind, so she stripped down, hopped into the shower to wash off the blah feeling, and then slipped into her nightgown.
She curled up on her bed and started playing games on her tablet.
Charles came out of the shower and sank down onto the edge of the bed. Yolanda didn’t spare him a single glance.
He frowned and snatched the tablet from her hands. She shot up instantly. “Hey! I was just about to beat this level!”
Charles took a quick look at the screen, then smoothly pulled her into his arms. “So I’m lying here with you, and you’re just gonna play games?”
Yolanda helplessly watched as her character on the screen fell to its death. She pressed her lips together in frustration, then looked up at him.
It felt like something stabbed at Charles’s heart. He set his hand on the back of her head and leaned in close.
He leaned in for a kiss, but Yolanda dodged him, turning her face away at the last second.
“Babe, don’t test me. You’re gonna make me mad,” Charles murmured, a teasing threat in his voice.
Yolanda brushed his hand aside, flopped down on the bed, and squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m exhausted. Just gonna crash.”
Charles narrowed his eyes, swooped closer, and caught her chin in his hand, refusing to let her escape his lips.
He kissed her deeply, lingering for more than a moment.
She didn’t feel a thing.
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Charles’s expression darkened. “Babe, are you trying to become a nun or something?”
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Yolanda kept her eyes closed, pretending to be dead asleep. She thought, “The women in his bed are all gorgeous and know exactly how to make a guy tick. Why would he ever go for someone like me, just lying here like a clueless slacker?‘
Sure enough, Charles got pissed off and stormed out, the door slamming hard behind him.
Yolanda grabbed her tablet again and jumped right back into her game, like nothing had happened at all.
Normally, Charles would’ve just hit up Vivian, but not tonight. Instead, he stepped out onto the balcony and lit up a cigarette.
The noise from the temple fair across town was just background hum out here—he propped himself up on the railing, and felt his frustration finally clear out.
Charles thought, ‘Yolanda’s probably still stewing over what happened at the orphanage.
‘If she were just yelling and making a scene, it’d blow over fast. But when she goes quiet like this, that’s when it really lingers.’
‘Just like always.
He flicked ash from his cigarette, something amusing crossing his mind, and he ducked his head with a quiet
smile.
Charles had an elegant, well–proportioned figure–every gesture radiated a calm self–assurance, the kind of unflappable grace that only comes from growing up in an old–money family.
He was halfway done with his cigarette when he felt a pair of arms snake around his waist. Instantly, a sly smile crept onto his lips. “Regretting it already?”
Vivian pressed her cheek to his back, sounding a little triumphant.
“Regretting what, exactly? Mr. Sinclair, it’s such a perfect night and you’re out here sulking with a smoke instead of keeping your wife company. What gives? Is being alone with her really that unbearable for you?”
Charles’s smile faded a little, but he still didn’t push her away.
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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.
