Chapter 57
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Leo returned to the private room and saw that Charles’s gentle expression had disappeared because of Yolanda’s departure. He was holding a drink, swirling it, lost in thought.
With Yolanda here earlier, no one spoke loudly about Lily. Now that she’s gone, someone noticed Leo enter and asked loudly.
“Leo, your uncle must be furious right now. Marrying a woman from the Grant family who cheats–that’s a rare kind of trouble.”
“Hahaha, I heard your uncle was so mad he wanted to bring a new wife home that very night.”
Leo waved his hand impatiently, his handsome face full of irritation, “Get lost!”
He sat down next to Charles, pursed his lips, thought for several seconds, then said, “Charles.”
Charles slightly lifted his eyes.
“Hmm?”
Leo swallowed hard, hesitated for a few seconds, unsure how to say it.
Damn it, he couldn’t just say he had just been kissed by your wife, right?
He’d get beaten up by Charles for that.
Charles may not care about Yolanda, but she is his possession.
At least, as long as she holds the title of Mrs. Sinclair, no one dares to cheat on him–doing so would be suicide.
Leo felt extremely frustrated and gritted his teeth, “It’s nothing. I just warned you because I’m worried Yolanda might cheat too.”
Charles squinted his eyes and chuckled lightly, “Mm.”
Leo knew he didn’t take it seriously.
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Not long after Yolanda’s car pulled away, she noticed two cars following behind.
Thinking it might be her imagination, she glanced through the rearview mirror and saw the two cars trying to trap her from both sides, seemingly forcing her onto a side road.
She gritted her teeth, slammed the accelerator to the floor, and sharply turned the steering wheel.
The two cars scraped against each other, sparking and making harsh screeching noises.
She wasn’t afraid, especially after clearly understanding the rules of this circle; she only had the desire to climb higher.
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Chapter 57
The weak get beaten.
When she wanted to climb higher, even if someone threw stones at her head, she wasn’t afraid.
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There was always a strong will deep in her bones, but because she loved Charles, she kept it down and behaved obediently until now.
Her car was suddenly forced to stop by a truck coming from the opposite direction.
Several burly men got out of the truck, dragged her out, covered her nose with a handkerchief, and she fainted.
When she woke up again, she opened her eyes and saw Vivian standing in front of her.
Vivian looked down at a man beside her and said, “Charles, thank you.”
The man said nothing and just turned around, closing the door behind him.
Vivian chuckled twice and then raised her hand, slapping hard.
Yolanda’s cheek instantly showed a few red marks, and blood stained the corners of her mouth.
Her hair was grabbed harshly.
Vivian stared at this disheveled face, eyes full of malice. “You don’t really think I’d let you off just because you drank a glass of wine, do you? Yolanda, if you can’t keep a man like Charles, then you’re the real disgrace.”
Yolanda said nothing, her eyes fixed on her.
Vivian frowned and slapped her twice more. “I really hate your gaze. Keep looking at me like that and see if I don’t gouge your eyes out!”
“Do you dare?”
A flash of irritation crossed Vivian’s eyes, but she definitely didn’t dare.
Yolanda had just made her angry and got into trouble; everyone would definitely suspect her.
She took a deep breath and kicked Yolanda hard in the stomach. “Disgrace! Remember this, Yolanda–you’re the real disgrace!”
Yolanda felt sweat break out on her forehead from the pain, her lips trembling as she silently counted the
number of kicks.
Ten times, she will repay tenfold in the future.

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.