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

her devotion.

stomach problems, so she cooked every meal with care and planned his clothes every

never let anyone else handle

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

if she had

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still had things to do. This marriage had to

headlights swept past, and

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was, but it was heading toward the villa district where their home stood. A strange unease came

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

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

he said. “The company has big projects coming up. I can’t risk divorce rumors right

she said. “I

and patted her head. Her pitiful

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had just come out of the bathroom when she saw the bedroom door pushed open

was sharply handsome, almost aggressive, with a high nose and deep–set eyes. The narrow lift at the end of his eyes gave

left by his

to like it very

her hair, Yolanda walked toward

at her slim waist and asked, “When did

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

let out a small

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

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

I