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Leo was already pissed off, and the moment he saw Yolanda’s face, he instantly lost his cool.
“What did you just say?! Say it again!” Leo snapped.
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He strode toward her, pointed at the back of his car, and barked, “Get this straight, you rear–ended me!”
Yolanda had come out so late because she was planning to visit Megan. She was almost already in bed when Megan suddenly called her.
She couldn’t be bothered to get into it with Leo. After all, he had never liked her anyway.
“How much is it? I’ll cover the cost, no need to wait for the cops,” she said.
She even glanced at her phone for the time, clearly in a hurry to leave.
Leo, still fuming from what had happened in the private room, felt his blood boil. He stepped forward and pinned her against the car.
Yolanda was caught off guard, and before she knew it, he suddenly bit down on her lip, hard.
He kissed her messily, his tongue sliding over the tip of hers, sucking hard.
Then he let her go, his eyes landing on the marks on her neck. “Yolanda, you’re such a fucking slut,” he spat.
As soon as he spat out those words, Yolanda smacked him hard across the face.
It matched the slap Xavier gave him earlier, almost like a mirror image.
Leo didn’t even feel the sting, just found it weird inside.
She scrubbed at her lips fiercely. “Are you out of your mind? Maybe try shaking the rocks out of your head and actually look at me. You’d better think twice about who you’re dealing with.”
This was Yolanda–seriously, she was the last person Leo should ever get involved with. Damn, what the hell was he even doing?
Leo stared at her flushed, angry cheeks, and just like that, all the pent–up frustration inside him melted away.
He let out a cold snort, before stealing another rough kiss from her lips.
‘Fuck, she’s addictively sweet,‘ Leo thought.
‘Just like jelly… damn, why does trouble have to taste this good?‘ he cursed in his head.
Couldn’t stop mouthing off at her, couldn’t stop wanting another taste–the more he complained, the more he couldn’t get enough.
Yolanda shoved him away and knocked lightly on his chest. “You smell like booze. You’ve been drinking,
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haven’t you?”
Leo’s chest jolted from the hit, and he staggered back a few steps.
Yolanda shot him a cautious look, then hurried into her car.
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She had zero interest in fighting with a drunk, especially not the Lawson family’s golden boy–she knew exactly how pampered Leo was.
Leo stood there as her car disappeared into the distance, swallowed up by the darkness of the night.
When he finally snapped back to his senses and realized what he’d just done, he dragged both hands through his hair, totally exasperated.
‘What the hell was I thinking? I actually kissed that bitch Yolanda!‘ he cursed inwardly.
‘I kissed her. Of all people… I kissed Yolanda!‘
He spat several times onto the ground. “Blegh! Disgusting!” he muttered, roughly scrubbing his mouth with the back of his hand.
‘I must be out of my damn mind. That witch must’ve put some kind of spell on me!‘ he thought.
He was practically hopping mad, freaking out that Yolanda might go running her mouth about him kissing her.
He couldn’t let himself look like a total joke.
‘Like hell I’d ever kiss her on purpose,‘ Leo thought.
By the time Yolanda pulled up outside Megan’s place, her phone buzzed with a message from Leo.
[If you breathe a word about what just happened, you’re dead.]
‘Figures–he’s drunk. Now that he’s sobering up, he suddenly thinks it’s all beneath him, Yolanda thought, rolling her eyes.
She ignored him completely and just knocked on Megan’s door.
Megan opened the door herself; she was white as a sheet, clutching her stomach as if every movement hurt.
“Yolanda, I’m really sorry… I hate putting you through this,” she said, her voice shaking.
Yolanda steadied her by the arm. Megan’s bump wasn’t showing yet, but she looked so frail, Yolanda worried she might faint any second.
“Don’t work yourself up. I’ll go look for Greg,” Yolanda assured her.
Greg had gone out to get her some late–night snacks, but he still hadn’t come back, and he wasn’t picking up his phone either.
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With nowhere else to turn, Megan finally called Yolanda for help.
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She was terrified the debt collectors had come knocking, and now she was afraid Greg might be in real danger.
“Don’t go. Just take me to a hotel, okay? My stomach really hurts, and I’m scared to stay here by myself,” Megan said, clutching her belly.
She was worried those people might show up for payback.
Yolanda nodded, tossed a couple of Megan’s shirts into a bag, and they headed downstairs to the car.
Her fender bender hadn’t been serious, but one headlight ended up busted.
Megan looked worried. “You got in a wreck coming over here? God, Yolanda, I’m really sorry.”
With everything that had happened with Greg, she felt like she owed Yolanda big time–she was honestly kind of ashamed to be reaching out again.
Yolanda hustled her into the car. “It was just a minor bump, already handled. I’ll get you to the hotel.”
Megan let out a shaky breath, still pale as ever. “Thanks, Yolanda. I owe you way too much already. I’m not going to be part of the studio anymore. I’m just going to stay home and take care of the baby, maybe pick up some online translation gigs. Honestly, I can’t trust Greg to look after the kid anyway.”
Yolanda kept her hands tight on the steering wheel, really wanting to talk some sense into Megan.
Megan had run her own studio for two years, and did a great job with Ian. If she kept at it, one day she’d be one of the big–name agents in the industry.
But instead, she was giving it all up just to have a baby–for a guy like Greg.
Yolanda had managed to get out of a bad marriage herself, and now she could only watch as Megan willingly jumped in, feeling helpless and frustrated.
But Yolanda couldn’t quite find the words. She just took Megan to a nearby hotel, booked her a room, and pressed the key card into her palm.
“Megan, you know exactly what I’m trying to say. Think it over, okay? If you give up your career, you’re just going to end up like one of those vines blowing around–totally rootless, depending on whoever you’re tied to. And if you don’t even trust Greg to look after your kid, then what are you clinging to this marriage for?” Yolanda said, her voice gentle but firm.
If you don’t trust your own husband, then why are you still hanging onto this whole mess?
Megan gave a faint, awkward smile, her eyes darting away from Yolanda, unable to look at her straight.
“I know,” Megan mumbled.
Yolanda left it at that and needed to head back to Moonbay Estate.
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She’d booked Megan the presidential suite. As soon as Megan stepped out of the elevator, she ran into Renee Sinclair.
Renee was all dressed up, carrying a designer bag, looking like she’d just stepped off a runway.
Megan kept her head down, heading straight for her room door, but Renee closed the distance and walked right up to her.
“I know you. You’re that bitch Yolanda’s friend!” Renee sneered.
Renee had been so wrapped up in her new relationship lately that she’d almost forgotten about Yolanda.
But the moment she saw Megan, it instantly set her off–old grudges came rushing back and her mood flipped in an instant.
Megan frowned, not wanting to hear Renee bad–mouthing Yolanda.
“Renee, you should really learn to keep it classy,” Megan replied coolly.
Ever since Renee lost a finger, she’d been real snappy–Blake had to basically kiss up to her every single day just to keep the peace.
And now, getting roasted by Yolanda’s friend, she snapped, shrieking as she clamped her hand around Megan’s throat.
“Who the hell do you think you are?! You got the nerve to talk back to me? Yolanda’s just a pathetic mutt when she’s in front of me! If the Sinclair family hadn’t bailed her out, the Grant Family would’ve sold her off like secondhand trash a million times over!” Renee yelled.
Megan struggled for breath, instinctively smacking at Renee’s hand to break free.
The next thing you know, they were tangled up in a wild catfight. In the chaos, Megan inadvertently tore off Renee’s glove–her mutilated hand was suddenly out in the open for everyone to see.
Renee’s pupils narrowed, a crazed look flashing in her eyes as she suddenly lunged, shoving Megan so hard she nearly sent her sprawling.
“Drop dead!” Renee shrieked.
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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.
