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.

marry him anyway, even giving up her

her devotion.

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

never let anyone else handle

drop his

as if she had been slapped hard–painful

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had things to

The headlights swept past, and

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it was heading toward the villa district where their

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

“Charles?” she whispered, confused.

“The company has big projects coming up. I

Charles,” she

Her pitiful look reminded him of

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just come out of the bathroom when she saw the bedroom

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

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

seemed to like it very

hair, Yolanda walked toward the

at her slim waist and

“This afternoon,” Yolanda said.

out a small

him toss aside his

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

I