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.

been her choice to marry him anyway, even giving up her

her devotion.

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

never let anyone

the man she treasured so carefully would drop his

if she had been slapped

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had things to do.

swept past, and Charles froze,

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heading toward the villa district where their home stood.

arms

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

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

she said. “I

head. Her

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out of the bathroom when she saw

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

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

to like it very

hair, Yolanda walked

at her slim waist and asked, “When

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

out

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

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

I