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Yolanda’s tight workout clothes showed off every curve to perfection, her waist–to–hip ratio was simply unreal, and the way her hips dipped and swayed could make anyone’s pulse skyrocket after just one look.
Ian caught her firmly by the waist, his fingers gripping her with unmistakable intent.
Yolanda jerked her head away, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Quit fooling around.”
He lowered his gaze, quietly watching her stubborn profile–her chin lifted, refusing to back down, clearly a bit ticked off.
“You called Charles to go hiking but didn’t invite me. Are you guys back together?” Ian’s voice was low, edged with obsessive jealousy.
His grip on her waist turned almost possessive, tightening so much it felt like he might snap her in two as he spoke.
Yolanda glanced at the clock on the wall, then pushed him away again.
Ian looked hurt, burying his face against her neck. “Not stringing me along anymore?”
“Who’s stringing you along?” Yolanda shot back, her voice sharp.
Ian swallowed hard, his lips tightening in frustration. He just couldn’t handle how Yolanda suddenly seemed so close to Charles.
His eyes rimmed red as he jumped to his feet. “Fine, go ahead and be with him if that’s what you want.”
Saying nothing more, he threw on his mask and walked out.
‘Yolanda couldn’t figure it out at all.‘ she thought, ‘All I did was go hiking with Charles–why is Ian losing his mind over this?‘
She brushed off her lips, then quickly grabbed a cab and left.
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, sounding a bit confused. “Is the car behind us your friend? Looks like they’ve been tailing us for a while.”
Yolanda breathed a quiet sigh of relief–someone from the Andrade family really did show up.
“Nah, probably just some folks out for a night hike,” she answered, acting casual.
The driver dropped it after that.
There weren’t a lot of people hiking at night. Yolanda had already checked with Jack about which trail Charles was taking, so she just followed his route.
She wasn’t worried about getting separated–none of the trails had any forks, so she knew she wouldn’t end up losing Charles along the way.
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After half an hour of walking, she caught footsteps closing in behind her. Right then, her cheap plastic locator beeped, showing she was within twenty meters of Charles.
She glanced forward and hurriedly started running.
This stretch of road was deserted, with only a few scattered streetlights casting dim pools of light.
Even in this sparse lighting, Charles was all dangerous allure–he had that bad boy vibe going for him, and somehow even those hastily bought gym clothes now looked downright stylish and suave on him.
Yolanda heard the footsteps behind her speeding up. With a quick glance, she caught sight of seven or eight men closing in–no mistake about it, the Andrade family was truly out for blood tonight.
She hurried forward and grabbed Charles’s hand without hesitation. “Found you.”
Charles pulled her in by the waist and kissed her on the cheek. “Impressive.”
Just as Yolanda was about to speak, the clubs came crashing down–the men were attacking head–on, not holding back at all.
Charles reacted in a heartbeat, yanking her behind him and sending one of the thugs flying with a quick, brutal kick.
He was the heir of the Sinclair family; after surviving countless assassination attempts, his combat skills were dangerous as hell.
These guys didn’t have a clue who Charles was, and they all looked ready to kill.
“F*ck off, you pretty boy! Hand over that woman–now!” one of them spat, eyes full of hate.
Charles shot them a cold, predatory look, then turned and asked Yolanda softly, “Do you know any of these bastards?”
Fear flickered across Yolanda’s face. She shook her head slowly.
“Stay back,” Charles said in a low, protective tone.
Seeing that Charles refused to back down, the seven men started swinging their steel pipes at him without hesitation.
Yolanda had never witnessed Charles like this before. In the past, all those punks and troublemakers were dealt with by his own men–this was the first time she’d actually seen him handle things himself.
He was brutal and deadly, striking without hesitation and not uttering a single word to the enemies.
He grabbed a steel pipe right out of one thug’s grip and drove a powerful kick straight into the guy’s stomach.
Most of the thugs were already on the ground, but just when it seemed clear, one guy whipped out a knife.
“Watch out!” Yolanda yelled.
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Charles couldn’t dodge in time–the blade plunged straight into his shoulder.
The thugs picked themselves up, now attacking with even more reckless abandon.
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Yolanda rushed forward, snatched a steel pipe off the ground to parry a blow, then threw herself in front of Charles, determined to protect him.
The blade slashed her arm, but Charles seized the moment, delivering a swift, savage kick that sent the attacker sprawling.
Seeing they were no match, the thugs stumbled back, hurling curses as they scrambled away.
Yolanda clutched her arm, her face pale.
Charles squatted down in front of her, his voice light and caring. “Come on, get up here.”
“My legs are fine, you know,” she muttered in protest.
“Quit acting tough,” he shot back, sounding a little exasperated.
Reluctantly, she climbed onto his back.
Jack was waiting outside. When he saw them both hurt, he was shocked but quickly rushed them to the hospital.
Yolanda ended up with eighteen stitches in her arm, while Charles’s shoulder wound wasn’t too deep–just a bit of ointment and he’d be fine.
Charles glanced at Jack, his gaze steady and voice cutting through the air. “Hunt those bastards down and get to the bottom of this. I want everything uncovered.”
Yolanda heard him and let her lashes fall, eyes drifting shut from exhaustion and complicated emotions.
‘Dragging trouble to someone else’s door–guess that’s exactly what he came for tonight, she thought.
Charles was way too proud to ever ditch her in a moment like that–and with this mess landing right in his lap, there’s no way he wasn’t getting to the bottom of it.
The Andrade family didn’t even need to get fancy to come after her. They’d be careless, leaving a mess of clues behind. All she had to do was sit tight and wait.
Eyes closed, deep in thought, Yolanda suddenly sensed someone’s gaze on her.
She looked up, her eyes meeting Charles’s.
Charles reached over and gave her cheek a playful pinch, smugly thinking to himself, ‘She’s totally head over
heels for me.‘
On the way back to the hotel, Yolanda wasn’t sure if she was imagining things, but Charles gently held her injured arm and even blew softly over her wound, like he was trying to soothe away the pain.
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His warm breath landed on her skin, but it barely registered–Yolanda just tilted her head and pretended to be completely worn out, hoping he wouldn’t notice how awkward she felt.
When they finally made it back to the hotel, they bumped into Vivian in the elevator–talk about bad timing.
Vivian spotted Yolanda first, surprise flashing in her eyes. She started to say something, but Yolanda jumped in, all casual: “Ms. Andrade, what’s the matter–counting sheep tonight?”
Vivian’s lips thinned as she glanced at Charles, swallowing back whatever she’d wanted to say, the awkward silence stretching between them.
Vivian was getting anxious. ‘Seriously, what gives? Yolanda’s still in one piece after I sent seven guys out?‘ she grumbled to herself.
Her eyes shot straight to Charles’s shoulder, going wide with shock before narrowing suspiciously. “How did you end up
up hurt?”
Charles didn’t even bother answering.
As soon as the elevator doors slid open, Charles took hold of Yolanda’s uninjured hand and led her straight out, heading quietly back to their room without another word.
Standing there by herself, Vivian’s face alternated between pale and livid, then back again–she looked downright awful.
Yolanda grabbed her pajamas and was about to head for the bathroom when Charles pulled her back in a quick, possessive motion. He pressed a kiss to her neck and murmured against her skin, “Does it still hurt?”
She shoved him away and clutched her pajamas, determined to head inside. Worried about pulling at her injury, Charles didn’t reach for her again and just let her go.
Yolanda was careful not to get her stitches wet in the shower. By the time she got back to bed, Jack called to let her know they’d already tracked down where those guys were staying.
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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.
