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But she was also relieved that lan was a very tidy man; all his shoes were stored inside the shoe cabinet, with none left outside.
If Samuel found shoes belonging to a man here, her life would fall apart completely.
Samuel placed a gift box on the dining table and met her gaze.
Her eyes were soft like water, and her cheeks flushed as if touched by blush.
This face, with such an expression, it wouldn’t be unfair to call her a enchantress.
His fingertips paused slightly as his gaze fell on her cheek. “Did Charles hit you?”
Yolanda felt a tingling on her scalp from the provocation. Charles was a strict older brother. Though not her biological brother, he was like an elder to her.
Samuel is twenty–seven this year, looking more mature and steady than his peers. He always slicks his hair back.
He once said that looking mature helps to command respect.
“Charles…”
This way of addressing him had changed tone, sounding melodious and lingering.
Samuel’s eyelashes trembled as he looked away. “Mom and Dad tried calling you but couldn’t get through. Charles said you didn’t come home last night. I just guessed you might be here.”
She couldn’t hear what Samuel was saying. After the fear disappeared, what remained was the most primal feeling.
Samuel kept talking but then saw her suddenly slump over the table like she was crying.
The shoulder blades on her back looked like fluttering butterflies, as if they might break through the fabric and fly away at any moment.
“Yolanda, are you crying?”
Samuel hesitated slightly, then rested his hand on her shoulder.
Yolanda looked up, her eyes hazy and clouded with drunkenness, a flush spreading across her
face.
A different color reflected in his pupils.
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His fingertips paused, then he withdrew his hand.
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“Call Mom and Dad later. I’m leaving. Since you live here, I won’t come around anymore.”
After saying this, his tone grew uncertain. He took off his suit jacket and suddenly draped it over her shoulders.
“Even if you’re home alone, you need to be careful.”
Yolanda gasped for breath, fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead. “Charles, I know.”
Her sweat smelled sweet.
Samuel frowned, straightened up, glanced at the takeout on the table, and reminded her, “Eat less takeout.”
The Grant residence has strict rules for her upbringing, forbidding takeout because it’s bad for the skin.
“I’m not eating it, sorry.”
Her voice still trembled, but she was doing her best to hold it back.
After Samuel left the villa, he got into his car, leaned back, reached to light a cigarette but stopped himself.
A call came from the company, asking him to return quickly for a meeting.
His wrist tightened, he pressed the gas pedal.
Inside the room.
Yolanda said hoarsely, “Are you crazy?”
The little dog’s chin rested on her lap. “Do you like it?”
She couldn’t say she didn’t like it; she had never experienced anything like this before.
It was given to her by Ian.
Only lan, her younger brother by two years.
Her whole body went limp, and she whispered hoarsely, “lan.”
Ian stood up and cupped her face to kiss her.
Her eyes were like they were shrouded in a fog; under such stimulation, her consciousness
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After the kiss, his fingertips gently brushed her cheek. “Ms. Grant, are you really not going to get a divorce?”
Those words snapped her instantly awake from her near–drowning state, and she slowly moved his hand away.
Ian’s eyes darkened.
Yolanda stood up and heard something fall to the ground. Looking down, she saw it was Samuel’s suit.
She picked up the suit, and the memory of just now made her body weaken in waves.
It’s truly outrageous, daring beyond belief.
Ian held her, “If you don’t want to leave, then don’t. I won’t say anything more.”
His voice lowered, “I won’t say it again.”
Yolanda pushed him away, swallowing hard, “How do I
The puppy wagged its tail.
“I’ll go dry your clothes, wait for me.”
He went upstairs.
get back?”
Yolanda rubbed her legs, feeling more and more hopeless.
She glanced at her phone–dead battery. No wonder Samuel found his way here.
She originally planned to have Ian move out, but Charles said he wouldn’t come back again.
He always keeps his word.
She sighed in relief. Even now, she thinks she must have been crazy to do that in front of Samuel…
If anyone found out, even dunking in a pig cage would be a light punishment.
But Jan wasn’t just reckless once. Once she lowered her standards, she realized how badly she could misbehave.
Charles can have mistresses outside.
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Why can’t she keep a puppy?
But lan doesn’t listen well. There’s a wild streak in his bones; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten involved in underground fighting.
Forget it. She’ll take it one step at a time.
By the time lan took the warm clothes down, half an hour had passed.
He had ironed the clothes neatly. Standing nearby, he was still reserved, but the sparkle in his eyes was unmistakable.
She smiled and put her clothes on. “You still have to shoot today. Rest for a few hours before going out. If anyone bothers you, remember to call me.”
“Mm.”
He was really like two different people in daily life and during that other thing.
Yolanda liked this contrast.
She drove back and stopped by the studio first.
Megan wasn’t there, and the studio was a mess, like a thief had rummaged through it.
She called Megan repeatedly but got no answer.
Yolanda frowned deeply and drove to Megan’s house.
Before she got close, Megan’s voice came from inside, “Can you please stop borrowing from loan sharks?”
Then came her husband’s voice, “You make a lot of money hanging out with that tramp, right? Where’s the money? Megan, didn’t you love me the most?”
Yolanda’s fingertips touched the doorknob, and she heard a slap and the sound of something heavy hitting the floor inside.
She quickly pushed open the door. The room was in chaos; everything that could be broken was smashed, and chairs and the sofa were tipped over.
Megan was sitting on the floor, crying, while the man raised his hand high.
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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.