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.

her choice to marry him anyway, even giving up

her devotion.

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

never let anyone else handle his

thought the man she treasured so carefully would drop his noble mask in

felt as if she had been slapped

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she still had things to do. This marriage had to

home. The headlights swept past, and

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heading toward the villa district where their home stood.

his arms begged, but he had already sobered up, slowly

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

“The company has big projects

understand, Charles,” she said. “I

Her pitiful look reminded him of

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bathroom when she saw

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

pink lip gloss left by his mistress. Yolanda had never liked lip

seemed to like

dried her hair,

at her slim waist and asked,

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

out a small

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

and he only said casually, “I was out playing

I