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Everyone on set knew Elara Aster was involved with Tom Hayes. Now they were thick as thieves. Anyone who sided with Yolanda at this point would face retaliation. After all, Elara was petty, and her fans were irrational. If it escalated to online harassment, the target could easily fall into depression.
Yolanda raised her hand and grabbed Elara Aster’s hair firmly, her voice ice–cold. “Tell me the address you just went to.”
It’s pitch dark outside right now; if anything happens to Ian…
Elara Aster was grabbed painfully and was about to scream when Yolanda pulled out a fruit knife. “If you make a sound, I’ll slash your face.”
The face is the most important asset for a female celebrity. Elara didn’t expect this manager to be so crazy as to carry a knife with her.
“You… are you crazy? How dare you do this to me, you…”
Assistant director Tom Hayes was also stunned. The director just stepped out for a moment tonight, and now something like this happens on set. He’s going to be held responsible.
And the show hasn’t even aired yet. If this gets out, the public backlash will be massive.
He hurried forward, his face trembling with anger. “Let her go! This is nonsense! Complete nonsense!”
But Yolanda’s knife tip pressed against her, as if she was about to really slash Elara’s face any second.
Elara was so scared she almost fainted, quickly saying, “Drive down this narrow road for half an hour, there’ll be a few forks, take the far right… wooo…”
She was so scared and panicked that when she was released, her legs gave out and she collapsed to the ground.
Yolanda sheathed her dagger and looked around, “Ms. Sinclair is my relative. If tonight’s incident gets out, you all know the consequences.”
Everyone’s expressions changed. Simone is very strict; no one dares to cause trouble on set when she’s around.
No one expected that the manager was Ms. Sinclair’s relative. No wonder an unknown actor got cast as the lead, Wayne.
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Tom Hayes was a bit surprised but quickly smiled and said, “No problem, no problem. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to Elara more.”
Yolanda said nothing and headed straight out to the car.
The storm outside grew heavier, and raindrops hit the car windows like a waterfall.
Her mind was sharp, partly because she worried about Ian and partly because her face still hurt.
Besides, she was soaked head to toe. Without the mask and hat, her fierce look just now would’ve made her look like a clown to others.
She drove for an hour, with her headlights flashing nearby, hoping Ian would see them.
There was an umbrella in the car. She took it out, but in weather like this, even the best umbrellas would get blown away.
“Ian!”
“Ian!”
She called a few more times.
Ian, who was far away, heard the voice and his lowered eyelashes trembled.
He was dry and knew he had been left behind, so he found a cave, planning to wait until the rain stopped before returning.
The voice belonged to Yolanda.
He stomped out the fire in front of him.
Yolanda searched outside for half an hour and finally found the person unconscious at the bottom of the hill.
“Ian!”
Frightened, she hurried closer and dropped the umbrella in her hand.
Raindrops hit her face, stinging and blurring the nearby scene.
She flipped Ian over and patted his face. “Wake up.”
She quickly checked his forehead; no fever.
Just as she was getting anxious, the person in her arms slowly opened his eyes, then shut them
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“Ms. Grant…”
Yolanda helped him up and into the car.
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Ian noticed it was a Rolls–Royce, not the car she had driven before.
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The interior was spacious. Yolanda turned up the heat and grabbed a towel to wipe his hair.
“Where do you feel unwell? Why did you faint?”
His lips were pale, and his gaze settled on her cheek.
The five handprints are really obvious.
His palm cupped her face. “What happened to your face?”
Yolanda slapped his hand away. “I’m asking you–are you feeling unwell anywhere? With all the boxing you do, shouldn’t you be in great shape?”
A dark glint flickered in Ian’s eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m a bit afraid of pitch–dark places.”
Everyone has secrets. He didn’t seem like he was lying, so Yolanda quickly turned on the car’s interior lights.
They were still dripping water all over.
She took off her jacket and threw it a little farther away, or she’d catch a cold like this.
The car’s air conditioning was running full blast, but being soaked still felt uncomfortable.
He pinched her chin, and Ian’s gaze landed again on her cheek. “Did your husband hit you?”
Yolanda met his eyes for a moment, then looked away. “Yeah.”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t have the heart to hit you so hard.”
She tilted her head and pushed him away. “I’ll drive. Let’s go back.”
He lowered his lashes and said nothing.
Yolanda went to the driver’s seat to drive. The car was silent all the way back.
By the time they arrived at the filming base, it was already 1 a.m. Simone was waiting right at the gate.
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Yolanda was about to open the door and get out when a hand suddenly reached from behind the seat, turning her head and pressing his lips to hers.
Their lips tangled, and his intensity grew stronger.
Because Simone was outside, she angrily slapped him. The sharp slap was drowned out by the sound of rain.
He tilted his head and said hoarsely, “Ms. Grant, when you hit me, I only cared if your hand hurt.”
Yolanda’s pupils constricted sharply as she swallowed hard.
She was probably sick because she actually found Ian like this quite sexy.
This kind of puppy that doesn’t fight back or snap back really hits a nerve with her.
Knowing she had softened, Ian seized the moment, his lips brushing against her ear. “How about I take care of you later?”
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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.