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Her body was burning up, but no one could cool her down. She took a bath in the bathroom.
After drying her hair, her phone rang. It was Megan calling.
“Yolanda, did you blacklist Ian?”
Her tone was full of curiosity.
Megan had always thought Yolanda was easygoing. She wondered what Ian did to make her this mad.
For some reason, the photo popped up in Yolanda’s mind again.
Ian really has a lot going for him.
Her chest felt hot, and her voice was a little strained, “Tell him to act properly.”
Megan didn’t want to ask too much.
After hanging up, Yolanda drank a glass of cold water before the burning feeling in her body finally cooled down.
But she still tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, her throat felt uncomfortable.
She checked the online buzz on her phone.
Vivian was removed from her position, and Cedric Andrade took over.
Her gaze deepened.
As long as Vivian wasn’t out, she wouldn’t feel at ease. That person was a hidden snake in the shadows–who knew when her uncle, Dominic, who was like a mad dog, would be set off.
She took a deep breath and decided to visit Simone’s filming set first.
Ian is the male lead now, with many scenes in the red–light district during the early phase, where he plays a small–time thug.
Yolanda drove over there and happened to see lan acting opposite someone.
He was wearing ripped jeans and a floral shirt. There was a scar near the corner of his eye, which was probably makeup, giving him a fierce and sinister look.
His hair had grown a bit long. Simone didn’t allow cutting it yet; the early scenes had to be mostly done before he could cut his hair.
The actor playing opposite lan was middle–aged, and their characters had a heated argument in this scene.
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Ian lifted his foot and kicked the man hard in the stomach, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
Simone made a gesture signaling to continue.
He stepped forward, grabbed the middle–aged man’s collar, and spat on him fiercely.
The whole vibe was raw and intense, but it was the result of fully immersing himself in the role.
Simone was very satisfied; the scene ended.
Ian released him and quickly grabbed a tissue. “Sorry.”
The middle–aged man was a grounded actor, he just smiled and patted his shoulder.
Ian originally wanted to go to Simone, but he caught sight of Yolanda coming.
He paused, lowering his eyelashes.
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Simone also saw Yolanda and waved her hand. “That evening scene is three hours away in the mountains where there’s no signal. Yolanda, doesn’t your studio allow assistants to go with Ian?”
Ian’s current assistant was her.
She smiled. “They’re looking for someone.”
Simone stared at the screen in front of her, very satisfied. “You struck gold here. Your expressiveness is amazing.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than Ian walked up to Yolanda.
“Ms. Grant.”
Yolanda didn’t want to acknowledge him. After sending that kind of photo, how could he still act so calm?
She responded with a “hm” and asked him, “Where’s your dressing room?”
Something flickered briefly in his eyes as he softly said, “Follow me.”
He’s the lead actor now, so Simone took care to arrange a nice private dressing room just for him.
There was no one in the dressing room.
After Yolanda came in, Ian immediately locked the door behind her.
She heard the lock click and furrowed her brow slightly but didn’t bother to call him out. She just asked, “I’ll have Megan come keep you company this evening. How long will you be shooting that outdoor scene?”
His gaze fell on her face but he didn’t move.
“Ian?”
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She shouted, and he snapped back to reality, “Shooting until five in the morning.”
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She nodded slightly, “Then I’ll have him prepare something to keep you warm; it gets a bit chilly at night.”
It’s only April; there’s a big temperature difference between noon and night.
Yolanda turned to leave, but one of his hands brushed her head before resting against the wall in front of her.
His outfit today was very casual yet carried a kind of outward boldness.
“Ms. Grant, stop teasing me.”
His voice was a bit hoarse as he slightly lowered his head, kissing her ear.
Yolanda tilted her head, trying to avoid it, but his free hand landed on her waist, trembling slightly—showing how much he was holding back.
Yolanda recently felt a growing desire she couldn’t satisfy, especially after Charles made that move last night; she couldn’t sleep at all.
Ian’s kiss fell from her ear down to her neck, his eyes sparkling with light.
“Do you know what your face is saying today?”
“What?”
Her tone remained calm as she noticed his body slowly drawing closer.
She had long known he wasn’t a obedient rabbit, but didn’t expect him to reveal his true nature so quickly.
Yolanda trembled with anger and turned around. “You!”
She raised her hand to slap him, but he grew cold and distant again. “Ms. Grant.”
“You…”
Charles had never treated her like this before,
She had never experienced this feeling before either.
The pushing motion suddenly halted, and she leaned her back against the door.
In the blurry surroundings, it looked like a watercolor landscape painting spreading out.
After an unknown amount of time, the door behind was suddenly knocked on.
She was abruptly jolted awake.
He tried to kiss her lips but she dodged him with disdain.
“Even this bothers you?”
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After saying this, Simone’s voice sounded outside, “Yolanda, are you done talking?”
Yolanda felt weak all over and shoved lan away.
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She stood up and pulled down the skirt that had been lifted, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Ian sat on the floor, his hands resting casually behind him, his cheeks flushed red.
Yolanda felt a shiver run through her–Ian was too handsome, and no one could help but take a second look.
Besides, he just did that a moment ago.
Her heart raced. Going out looking like this, everyone would know what she was doing inside.
“Yolanda?”
Simone’s voice came from outside again.
She quickly cleared her throat. “Aunt Simone, I’ll be out soon. Just need to finish a few last things.”
“Okay, the next scene starts in ten minutes. Don’t let Ian keep us waiting.”
After the footsteps faded away, Yolanda finally leaned back against the door.
It wasn’t just Ian’s effect on her, but also the forbidden thrill of acting so recklessly in front of the Sinclair family.
She leaned on the door, catching her breath for a long time, her eyes tinged red at the corners.
Her gaze dropped down to Ian, who was still casually sitting on the floor. Though not a docile rabbit, he was a well–behaved dog.
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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.
