After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Charles Sinclair was cheating.

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Yolanda Grant had been married to him for two years and had never seen him lose control in public.

It was late at night, and Charles was holding a girl in his arms. They tangled recklessly in a dark, empty alley.

The girl was skinny, like a small flower growing out of the mud. She wrapped her legs around Charles’s waist and leaned on his shoulder, sobbing.

Yolanda sat in her car and leaned back slightly.

Half an hour earlier, when someone sent her this address, she thought it was a mistake.

It was not far from the home she shared with Charles. She had thought that if Charles ever cheated, he would at least book a clean presidential suite.

Charles was a powerful businessman. His family had been wealthy and respected for three generations. He had always been strict about food, clothes, and taste.

Yolanda never imagined he would entangle himself with another woman in such a dirty place. The stained floor and mossy walls seemed to shame his name.

‘He loved her this much?‘ She found it ridiculous. “Then what does that make me, his wife in name only?‘

She didn’t wait for them to finish, nor did she go up to catch them. It wasn’t worth the scene.

Two years ago, when she married Charles, he told her he would never love her. He already loved someone else.

anyway, even giving up her rising career, only

her devotion.

care of him. She knew about his stomach problems, so she cooked every meal with

never let anyone else

never thought the man she treasured so carefully would drop his noble mask in such a filthy place

she had been slapped hard–painful

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still had things to do. This marriage

headlights swept past, and Charles

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it was heading toward the villa district where their

so bad…” the girl in his arms begged, but he

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

for tonight,” he said. “The company has big projects coming up. I can’t risk

she said. “I can

and patted her head. Her pitiful look reminded

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the bathroom when she saw the bedroom

his suit jacket on his arm and raised a brow. His face was sharply handsome, almost aggressive, with a high

of his white shirt was a smear of pink lip gloss left by his

to

dried her hair, Yolanda walked toward

slim waist and asked, “When did you

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

out a small

window’s reflection, she saw him toss aside his tie and unbutton his shirt with one

was dirty, and he only said casually, “I was

I