Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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After Yolanda got into the car with Charles, she leaned against his chest the whole time.
Her eyes were closed, and she looked terrified, faintly exposing the vulnerable back of her neck.
This gesture made Charles feel like he was in complete control.
His fingertips pinched the back of her neck gently, casually reassuring her, “It’s okay now.”
Yolanda didn’t respond, but her mind was racing fast.
First was Elara Aster, then Greg–both attacks came out of nowhere; someone must be pulling the strings behind the scenes.
And the only person she’s gotten on the wrong side of lately is Vivian.
She lowered her lashes. Vivian is still in the hospital, yet she’s already striking like this–imagine what she might do once she’s out.
But the Andrade manor is huge; taking down someone like Vivian won’t be easy at all.
She immediately thought of Vivian’s uncle, Grady; if there was a way in through Vivian’s side, maybe she could try it with that man.
But she had to act carefully.
When the car reached Moonbay Estate, Charles tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear with his fingertips.
Just as she was about to open her eyes and get off, he suddenly scooped her up sideways and carried her down.
She simply kept her eyes closed, but when she leaned against the bed, she realized it was Charles’s room.
Since they started sleeping separately, she hadn’t been in this room again.
Charles’s fingertips grabbed her chin, pressing her down on the bed as he lowered his head to kiss her.
He seemed in a good mood tonight; even with her eyes closed, his fingertips moved to the buttons on his
shirt.
Yolanda snapped her eyes open sharply. “No!”
Her face was pale, and instinctively, she slapped out.
The slap landed sharply on Charles’s face, making a crisp sound.
She froze completely, lowering her eyelashes.
“Honey, I’m sorry.”
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No one had ever dared to slap Charles like that before, especially not at such a moment.
His expression darkened. Though he didn’t get angry, his interest faded.
He had finally gotten a little interested in her. Now he stood up. “Take a shower and rest well.”
After saying that, he turned and went to his study to work overtime.
Yolanda relaxed only after he left.
She didn’t stay in that room but headed to her own room at the end of the hallway.
After showering and lying on the bed, her mind remained clear and alert.
She took out her phone and called Megan. Greg is coming over tonight. Does Megan know?
But before the call went through, Megan’s call came in first.
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“Yolanda, I’ve heard everything. He just lost his head for a moment. Can you… just drop it? From now on, I don’t need you to pay me; I’ll work for free. I really… can’t live without him. I’m begging you.”
Yolanda thought she must have heard wrong. To her, Megan had always been a very decisive woman. How could she turn out like this?
Megan didn’t hear her reply, and her eyes instantly turned red.
“I’m pregnant.”
Those four words hit Yolanda like a thunderclap.
Megan’s health hadn’t been good. She couldn’t get pregnant for years, and the doctor said she would never have children.
“Yolanda, I’m pregnant. The child would lose its father if born now. I know Greg’s mistake this time is huge. I’ll make him understand, I…”
Her voice trembled as she spoke and then broke into tears.
Yolanda felt uneasy listening to this. She considered Megan a friend, but she knew Megan couldn’t keep going like this.
She took a deep breath. “Megan, you can leave Greg and raise the child on your own. What kind of father is he to your child? You’re trying to convince me with the child, but in the end, you just don’t want to leave Greg.”
Megan didn’t respond and wiped her tears.
Yolanda couldn’t sleep now. She got up and asked, “Where are you? Not at home?”
Megan’s lips trembled, and she spoke haltingly, “At the police station. He was kneeling and apologizing, saying he won’t do it again.”
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A man who kneels like that at every turn is the most terrifying–like a ghost collecting debts.
But Megan was soft–hearted.
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If she didn’t love Greg, she wouldn’t have hope for him even after enduring such severe domestic abuse.
“Yolanda, you don’t know, he used to be good. He always protected me. He only fell so low because life didn’t go his way.”
Yolanda had heard this before, but it was all self–delusion.
She didn’t say anything, and Megan just cried over there.
Megan knew her demands were excessive. If no one had stopped it tonight, Yolanda might have really been assaulted.
But she couldn’t let go of Greg, the man who had protected her since they were kids.
She hung up the phone and covered her mouth, crying.
When she returned to the police station lobby, Greg was still kneeling right in front of her.
“Wife, I was just being pushed into it. Please plead with Yolanda again for me. I promise I won’t do this again.
I beg you. Look at how badly I was beaten–almost lost my life. She’s fine. Why can’t you forgive me?”
Greg was already sober now and knew he was done when he saw the police.
He clung to Megan’s legs, eyes full of fear. “Wife, I love you more than anything. For all the years we’ve known each other, please help me one more time.”
Megan slapped him, but Greg didn’t feel the pain and kept holding her legs, begging.
Megan cried even harder. What a torment–how did things end up like this?
When she was bullied as a child, Greg was always the first to step up and fight for her.
When she was bullied in middle school, Greg was the one who would carry the food and sit beside her, even beating up the guy who bullied her.
In high school and college, throughout all her insecure years, he was always there.
He should have been someone who shined brightly.
So who is this man now, kneeling on the ground, crying his eyes out with snot and tears?
The boy who once always wore a bright smile has unknowingly fallen apart.
And she’s still stuck in the past, holding on to this pile of rotten flesh, unwilling to let go.
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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.