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Leo stood outside the women’s restroom, listening for any sounds. When he heard nothing, he quietly walked
- in.
Suddenly, a man’s voice echoed inside.
Leo froze, his mind blank. Before he could react, a strange woman appeared at the entrance.
She looked up at the sign above the door, her face instantly darkening. “Are you a pervert or something? Trying to take pictures in here? I’m calling security!”
Leo had never been this embarrassed in his life. It was all that damn Yolanda’s fault.
He kept his head down and hurried out, but he could still hear the woman cursing behind him. “I just don’t get what kind of sick thrill you get from spying on women in the bathroom. Why can’t creeps like you just disappear already?”
Leo’s face was dark with anger. By the time he got back to the private room, he was in a foul mood.
He saw Charles still chatting and laughing with Samuel, the whole group looking like business elites. Leo couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy and think bitterly, ‘Your wife’s off in the bathroom with some pretty boy, and here you are, chatting away like nothing’s wrong.‘
He hated Yolanda. He should’ve just dragged Charles over there and ruined her reputation completely, show her what happens when you stab Charles in the back.
But instead, he just sat there quietly, his heart pounding like he was the one sneaking around.
He grabbed a glass of water from the table and took a couple of sips, trying to hide how rattled he was. But his mind kept spinning. What the hell were Yolanda and that pretty boy doing in the bathroom?
‘Did they kiss?‘ Leo wondered, jealousy gnawing at him.
‘Or did they do something else?‘ The thought made his chest tighten.
‘No way
she’d go that far, not with everyone else on the same floor. That kind of thing takes time, Leo thought bitterly. At most, maybe it was just a quick hand job.‘
‘Her hands are definitely soft enough for that,‘ Leo couldn’t help but think.
He wanted to smack himself. ‘What the fuck am I even thinking?‘ Leo cursed himself, feeling like a total idiot.
He chugged the rest of his water, his heart racing so fast he could barely catch his breath.
Five minutes later, Yolanda walked back in.
Her makeup was still untouched, and her hair was perfectly neat–she looked exactly the same as when she
left.
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She sat down next to Charles, her lashes lowered as she quietly ate her food, occasionally listening in on the
men’s conversation.
No one would ever suspect she’d just been messing around with another man.
Leo felt off, a weird restlessness gnawing at him, and he couldn’t even figure out why.
When he left the private room again, he thought to himself, ‘Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me?‘
He walked into the men’s restroom and saw that pretty boy standing at the sink, washing his hands.
Leo had moved into the same apartment complex as Ian, but the last few times they’d run into each other, the lighting had been dim, and he hadn’t really gotten a good look at the guy’s face.
Now, with the bright lights, he could see him clearly.
The guy was young, probably just in his early twenties, with this weird mix of innocence and maturity that was kind of charming. His face was seriously good–looking–easily on par with Charles, maybe even better.
No wonder Yolanda was so completely taken with him.
Ian could feel Leo staring at him. He finished washing his hands slowly, then grabbed a paper towel to dry
them.
Leo scoffed, crossing his arms. “Looking all put together, but you’re just another loser chasing after a married woman. Seriously, don’t you know she’s already taken?”
Ian tossed the paper towel into the trash can and replied coolly, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Quit pretending. I saw you two kissing in the women’s restroom,” Leo said, his tone laced with disdain.
Ian looked up, his face still cold, but there was a mocking glint in his eyes. “Is she your wife?”
Leo stiffened, then snapped back, “She’s not my wife! I just can’t stand watching you two. You and her? That’s never gonna end well. Do yourselves a favor and break it off now.”
lan’s expression stayed cool. He didn’t even bother to respond, just headed straight for the door.
Leo had no idea what got into him, but he suddenly stepped forward and blocked lan’s path.
They were about the same height, but Leo carried this unique, almost regal arrogance from a lifetime of being pampered.
But somehow, it just made him more intriguing instead of annoying.
Ian’s eyes darkened, but Leo held his gaze. “Seriously, you’re not gonna break up with her? Don’t come crying to me when you regret it.”
“Not breaking up, not regretting it. You done here?” lan shot back, his voice icy.
Leo was suddenly at a loss for words–this guy was really something else.
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‘Yolanda’s nothing special. I honestly don’t get what kind of spell she’s put on this guy, Leo thought bitterly.
“Look, man, I’m telling you this for your own good. She’s got a husband, and he’s seriously top–tier. She’s probably just messing around with you for a thrill. Don’t fall too deep, or you’ll be the one left in the dust when she goes running back to her husband. She’s been into him for fifteen years, you know? Bet you didn’t know that, huh?” Leo said, trying to knock some sense into him.
“Are you finished?” Ian said, his brows drawing together, a rare edge of impatience in his voice.
lan’s brows furrowed, and for once, he actually looked a little annoyed.
“You-” Leo blurted out, about to say more.
But lan interrupted him. “I was the one who went after her. I made the first move. I’m not expecting anything in return.”
With that, Ian stepped around him and walked out.
Leo lingered for a moment before heading back to the private room. By the time he returned, the group was nearly finished with their conversation.
Charles was dressed in a sharp gray suit, exuding both elegance and warmth. He leaned in close to Yolanda, whispered something in her ear, and then gently bit her lips, the gesture intimate and unmistakable.
Leo sat across from them, his lashes lowered, staring absentmindedly at his glass, lost in his own thoughts.
He couldn’t help but think, ‘Charles has no idea those pretty lips were just bitten by another man.‘
Leo knew deep down that no guy would ever be cool with that.
But the more he dwelled on it, the hotter his chest felt, like ants crawling all over him.
He swallowed hard, and then he heard Xavier’s voice. “Let’s go. What are you still doing sitting there?”
Leo looked up and saw that everyone had already stood up. He quickly got to his feet.
As they stepped into the elevator, Charles had Yolanda tucked under his arm.
Just as the doors were about to close, they suddenly slid open again. Standing outside was the director from earlier, with Ian right behind him.
The director’s face lit up with surprise. “Small world! Mr. Sinclair, Ms. Grant, Mr. Lawson, you guys finished eating too?”
Charles nodded, and everyone shuffled aside to make room for them.
The director and Ian joined them in the elevator.
Yolanda felt her heart pounding so hard it was practically in her throat. With Charles on her right and Ian on her left, it felt like she was smack in the middle of an emotional warzone.
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She could even feel lan’s fingertips graze hers in a teasing way, right under Charles’s nose.
Yolanda quickly pulled her hand back and clung to Charles’s arm with both hands.
Charles glanced down at her and smiled. “What’s wrong? Cold?”
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Yolanda looked uneasy, and just as she was about to make up an excuse, the elevator suddenly jolted. The lights overhead flickered twice, then went out all of a sudden.
You’ve got to be kidding me,‘ Yolanda thought, her heart pounding.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and in the confusion, she suddenly felt two hands on her waist.
She couldn’t tell which one belonged to Charles and which to Ian. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
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.
