“Babe, what are you up to? Yolanda called out, a hint of nervous excitement in her voice.
What do you think I’m up to? Charles shot back, his tone full of playful teasing.
Yolanda started to feel a little anxious, her face suddenly turning crimson. She quickly looked away, mumbling. “Can you really do… that?”
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Seeing her cheeks glow even redder, Charles’s heart gave a little jolt. “Which ‘that‘ are you talking about?” he asked, voice dropping low.
Yolanda bit her lip, glancing off to the side. “The thing you showed me how to do,” she whispered. “Can you show me, too?”
“He’s asking me to learn that?‘ Charles wondered to himself, confusion flickering in his eyes.
‘Oh–now I get it,’ he realized, a sudden sense of clarity washing over him.
“Huh?” Charles blurted out, genuinely surprised.
He stared at Yolanda’s face as her blush grew deeper, almost stunned she could get this shy, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity flickering across his mind.
Yolanda bit her lip, disappointment flickering in her eyes. “So… you really can’t do it?” she whispered, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
Charles’s mood cooled in an instant–not because he couldn’t, but because he simply refused to.
Serving other people just wasn’t in his DNA.
He’d been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, always waited on hand and foot. Whenever he showed the slightest sign of displeasure, his lovers would trip over themselves, desperate to make him happy again.
Yolanda pushed him away, her heart sinking. She’d always known Charles wasn’t the type to do things like that he was born right at the center of power, high society’s inner circle.
“Let’s wait until you actually know how–then we’ll see about it,” she said, her voice steady but with a hint of playful challenge.
Charles sat on the bed, eyes narrowing. “Are you giving me orders now?” he shot back.
Yolanda used to be so soft and obedient, always at his beck and call. But now, she actually dared to boss him around.
‘Maybe she’s been feeling a little too good lately–has she forgotten who she’s dealing with?‘ Charles thought, irritation flickering in his mind.
Yolanda turned away, her eyes red from holding back tears. With that stunning face of hers now looking heartbreakingly vulnerable, it was impossible not to feel the urge to give in.
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7 thought this was supposed to be our thing as a couple,” she said, voice trembling and a little pouty. “I went and learned it for you so why can’t you do the same for me! Maybe you don’t care about me that much after all—especially now that Joelle Monroe is back.”
At the mention of Joelle Monroe, Charles was stunned into silence, all his arguments instantly evaporating
Yolanda. he started, but she refused to let him finish.
Without another word, Yolanda opened the bedroom door and walked out.
Charles sat on the edge of the bed, glanced down at himself, and then let out a chuckle.
She really has some attitude now, even dares to tell me what I should learn, Charles thought, a bit amused and annoyed
No way I’m ever going to bother with something like that.
Especially not just because some woman asks for it–never happening. That’s not who I am.
So beneath me. Way too cheap.
Yolanda drove straight to Jason Maine’s house. When she rang the doorbell, it was a woman she didn’t recognize who answered–not Jason.
The woman’s eyes flashed quickly with jealousy and wary suspicion as she eyed Yolanda. “Who are you here for?” she asked, her voice guarded.
Yolanda looked past her into the house. I’m looking for Mr. Maine. I asked him for help before.”
The woman stood firmly in the doorway, blocking the entrance. “Jason’s not here,” she said, her tone cautious.
Right then. Jason’s voice came from inside. “Yolanda, come on in and have a seat.”
Stella Cole stood in the doorway, practically blocking Yolanda’s path with that furious glare, but finally stepped aside–though it was clear she wasn’t happy about it.
Yolanda strolled in, not even bothering to take off her shoes. She glanced around and asked, “Got any shoe covers?-her voice perfectly polite, but somehow making it sound like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Stella’s cheeks flushed an even deeper red, grinding her teeth. “Who do you even think you are?” she spat out. “Coming in here, acting all high and mighty and picky.”
Jason, cool and collected in his sharp suit, walked over from the other side and casually grabbed a pair of shoe covers from the cabinet.
Yolanda looked absolutely radiant today–her outfit bright and graceful, and on her feet were a pair of stylish heels that made her fair toes stand out even more.
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Ose digest on the shoe covers and turned to Jason How much longer until we hit two percent?”
bosan hour after the market opens Jason replies, his voice calm and steady
Yobt odded and then Stella called out, Jason, who is she? Are you just going to let her waltz in without བསཱབཱཀ །ངོས་དངས མཱ 1 tÇ tར
Texon finally stepped up. “This is my boss’s wife. Yolanda, this is Stella Cole–my childhood friend turned gifnend
Stella glanced at Yolanda with a smug gleam in her eyes, chin tilted up as she offered her hand. “Hi”
Yolanda frowned–she wasn’t exactly a fan of this woman. Still, from one girl to another, she understood the wariness, she had just shown up at her boyfriend’s place unannounced, after all. So she reached out and shook Stella’s hand anyway.
Stella snatched her hand away so fast, you’d think Yolanda’s touch was contagious,
Yolanda couldn’t care less about her drama. She was here for the shares, and right now, nothing else was even on her radar.
She walked straight over to Jason’s computer—it was already open, and on the screen, Starlight’s stock price for the last few days looked like it’d gone off a cliff.
Stella fumed as she watched Yolanda move around like she’d been here a hundred times before. “You’ve been here before, huh? Jason, how come you never told me you had women coming over? I thought this was supposed to be our home!”
Yolanda stayed perfectly calm and explained, “Whenever I’ve come, I was never alone, and any meeting with Mr. Maine has been strictly for work. Never anything personal.”
Yeah, right. Work,” Stella sneered, her tone sharp with accusation. “I know your type! Plenty of girls have used that excuse before. The moment they get Jason alone, they can’t keep their hands to themselves!”
Stella stomped over, face flushed with frustration. “And what kind of work can’t be discussed at the office? Why’d you have to come here? Is there something going on between you two? Listen up, Jason’s in love with me. He’s already promised my grandma he’ll look after me for life. He would never get involved with anyone else, so you better give up on whatever you’re thinking!”
Jason frowned, keeping it all business. “Stella, there’s nothing going on between me and Yolanda. I promised your grandma I’d take care of you, and I always keep my word. You really don’t have to treat everyone like they’re out to get you.”
Stella’s tears spilled down her cheeks as she clung to his arm. “Jason, I care about you so much. You’re so successful now, and all these women keep showing up around you. I never went to college–I don’t understand half the things you say. I’m just scared one day you’ll leave me for someone else.”
Jason shot a glance at his computer–his eyes fixed on the numbers, but he still threw her a line of comfort.
“Never. Not a chance,” he said, sounding calm and determined.
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Stella knew just how strict and meticulous Jason was a man of relentless discipline and self–control. He’d climbed his way from some no–name hometown all the way to Beloris, earning everything with pure talent and restraint When he pledged to look after her for life, it was like signing it in stone–no way he’d ever go
back on his word.
Jason was the type of guy who, once you forged any real bond with him, he’d stand by you no matter what Even if life threw knives your way, he’d never abandon the people he cared about.
Stella finally relaxed a bit, but she still glared daggers at Yolanda. “Don’t you dare go crushing on Jason!” Yolanda furrowed her brows, but just kept quiet–she was too lazy to argue about something so pointless.
Honestly, puppy–like lan was way more fun than Jason could ever be. She’d never spared Jason even half a thought, and now she was getting wrongly dragged into this drama for absolutely nothing. How unfair was
that?
Jason glanced at his computer and checked the time. “Market opens in thirty minutes. Stella, go get Mrs. Grant some water. Yolanda, just chill on the couch.”
Stella stomped her foot–furious, but she still grabbed a glass of water, muttering under her breath the whole
way.
Yolanda’s sharp eyes caught Stella spitting into the glass before handing it over.
‘Seriously?‘ Yolanda thought, totally speechless. ‘Even if I was into Jason, I’m still his boss’s wife. How dumb can Stella be–not worried I’d go back and make Jason’s work life hell?‘
Stella, convinced Yolanda hadn’t noticed a thing, set the glass on the table with a triumphant little smirk. “Here you go, Mrs. Grant. Drink up–this water’s extra sweet.”
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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.
