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.

him anyway, even giving up her rising career, only to

her devotion.

She knew about his stomach problems, so she cooked every meal with

anyone else handle

so carefully would drop his

as if she had

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she still had things to do. This marriage

The headlights swept past, and Charles froze, lifting

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

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

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

he said. “The company has big projects coming

she

Her pitiful

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come out of the bathroom when she saw the bedroom door pushed

almost aggressive, with a high nose and deep–set eyes. The narrow lift at

a smear of pink lip gloss left by his mistress. Yolanda had never liked lip gloss–she always

seemed to like it

dried her hair, Yolanda

slim waist and

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

out

toss aside his tie and unbutton his

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

I