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.

to marry him anyway, even

her devotion.

stomach problems, so she cooked

anyone else handle his

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

as if she had been slapped hard–painful and

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had things to

headlights swept past, and Charles

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

girl in his arms begged, but he had already sobered up, slowly straightening his

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

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

she said.

her head. Her pitiful

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the bathroom when she saw the

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

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

Charles seemed to like it

she dried her hair,

and asked,

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

let out a

toss aside his tie and unbutton his

was dirty, and he

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