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Leon straight–up attacked someone right in front of the cops, making them all look pretty uneasy. They hurried to get Yolanda to the hospital.
Turned out, she was suffering from low blood sugar–she’d barely touched breakfast and purposely skipped lunch, having planned for this outcome.
Now that she was in the hospital, the police naturally had to notify her family.
When Charles got the call, he went silent for a few seconds, then paused his meeting and headed straight for the hospital.
Yolanda lay on the hospital bed, pale as a sheet, her eyelashes trembling faintly–she looked utterly fragile.
Charles glanced at the two police officers standing nearby.
The cops all recognized Charles—after all, the Sinclair Group pumped huge investments into national projects every year.
Charles reached out and ruffled Yolanda’s hair. “I stamped that contract myself. Just tossed my wife a position, that’s all. How did it blow up into something this big?”
As soon as he finished, Yolanda grabbed his hand. “I want a lawyer. I’m going to sue Leon Cole.”
She’d never been this headstrong before, but now there was fire blazing in her eyes–like her stare could scorch Charles’s fingers.
She’s been different lately, so much more animated.
Charles swallowed twice. “Sinclair Group’s PR department is yours.”
Yolanda flashed him a bright smile. “Babe, you’re seriously the best. Don’t worry about me, go clock in! The lawyers will take care of the rest–I promise I’m fine,” she told him.
Charles really couldn’t pause his work over this. He checked in with the cops, made sure everything was sorted, and left.
Leon didn’t even bother with the hospital. He stormed over to Starlight, bursting in to stop the staff from touching his office.
He smashed his foot into a table. “Put everything back, right fucking now! You idiots don’t know Yolanda- yeah, that bitch–already got dragged out by the cops? Let’s see who dares touch my office!”
His voice rang out, full of smug arrogance.
If Yolanda really did pass out, so what? Worst case, he’d just shell out some cash. Money? He had plenty of that to spare.
There was still a big crowd gathered outside the office. Everyone saw the police take Yolanda away, so when
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Leon swaggered back in without a scratch, you could see a flicker of disappointment in some eyes. Guess they really thought Yolanda had broken the law.
That young woman who’d been camped out on the top floor all day, hoping to get her hands on firsthand evidence, almost started crying when she saw Leon still so arrogant.
The staff got booted out of the office, but instead of leaving, they dutifully waited outside the building and called Yolanda. She just told them to go ahead and get dinner first.
There were still a lot of people up on the top floor, shooting each other glances. Everyone felt pretty down, and after the letdown, the whole situation just seemed kind of ridiculous.
The young woman rushed straight into Mary’s office. She didn’t say a word–she just broke down crying as soon as she walked through the door.
Mary took a sip of her coffee. “What happened?”
The girl’s eyes were puffy as she looked up. “Leon came back–he said Yolanda’s been picked up by the cops. Ms. Hall, is it true she actually got someone to play a Sinclair Group inspector and stamped a fake chop on that contract? Will she go to jail? How long would they lock her up for?”
Mary’s hand trembled slightly as she set down her coffee. She wanted to reassure the girl–someone like Yolanda just didn’t seem capable of such things. Still, given what was happening, it was hard to make any
excuses.
She lowered her gaze, saying nothing while carefully putting her coffee down on the desk.
She was much calmer than the young woman, who’d already started tearing up more than once.
Mary rubbed her temples. “Stop crying.”
The girl almost started hyperventilating from crying. She wiped her tears, flustered. “Sorry, Ms. Hall. I really lost it. It’s just… I thought we finally had hope, that maybe we wouldn’t have to deal with those creepy old guys always trying to take advantage of us–finally. But…”
She just couldn’t go on, clamping her hand over her mouth.
Mary looked at the half–finished resignation letter on her screen. She leaned back in her chair, lost in thought as she stared up at the ceiling.
The girl could tell Mary was probably hurting even more, but she didn’t have a clue how to make it better for
her.
Mary stayed silent for ages before finally letting out a sigh. “Let’s just wait and see—maybe tomorrow. I can’t shake the feeling she’s not that kind of person.”
Maybe it was just something about Yolanda’s eyes, so clear and innocent, and the way she smiled made you feel safe–like you could actually trust her.
That’s why Mary couldn’t help but hold onto hope one more time, even if she might just end up disappointed all over again.
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The girl nodded, shoulders slumped, and shutlled out looking crushed.
Up on the top floor, chaos still reigned. Rumor had it Leon stormed back and tore into everyone in sight, cussing folks out till they were stunned, even landing a nasty kick on one young guy.
“What the fuck? You think you’re all just sitting around waiting for me to get lost? Look at yourselves- pathetic fools who signed your lives away to me! As long as I hold the reins, you’ll be slaving for me till the day you die! Don’t think I can’t read your minds–keep those thoughts to yourselves!”
The young man’s shirt had a huge, grimy footprint across it. He struggled up slowly, brushing off the filthy mark with a trembling hand, face flushed with humiliation.
Leon shot him a venomous glare. “Tonight, you’re going to keep some sugar mamas company. Let’s see how long you can keep that tough–guy attitude up!”
Leon remembered this kid–good–looking, been under contract for two years now, and caught the eye of plenty of rich ladies, hell, even a few guys wanted him. But he was stubborn to the core–two years in the company, didn’t earn a single cent, just because he refused to sell out.
Leon was riding high–he had all their contracts locked down in his grip. No way these people would dare make a move against him.
He collapsed back into his chair, took a long drag off his cigarette, and just let the satisfaction wash over him.
But his smug grin faded fast. A lawyer came through the door–someone famous, a big name, and he delivered the news: Leon was being sued.
“Mr. Cole, you can keep your story for the courtroom. The evidence of your slander against Ms. Grant is already solid,” the lawyer said.
Leon squinted, still finding it hilarious. “Did that bitch Yolanda pay you to do this?”
But as soon as the words left his mouth, Leon sensed something was seriously off. This lawyer was big on TV, everyone knew him, and rumor was the Sinclair Group had recruited him for their side.
‘Did Sinclair Group send this lawyer?‘ Leon thought, suspicion creeping in.
He furrowed his brow, his thoughts tangled up like a mess of wires.
He hurriedly tried calling Edward Sinclair, but nobody picked up.
At first, Leon assumed Edward was just tied up with something, but after he kept calling and still got zero response, he suddenly started feeling uneasy.
The talent he’d just chewed out felt like they’d crammed more drama into this single day than most people saw in a lifetime. The back–and–forth was dizzying–so many twists, it made their heads spin. Now, all they could do was look at each other and think, ‘Seriously, what’s even happening now?‘
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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.
