After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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The next morning, Yolanda was ready to head out when she ran into Charles coming downstairs.

He wore a dark suit, his 6’2” frame giving off a heavy sense of pressure. Seeing her at the door, he frowned.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

Yolanda bent down at the entryway to change her shoes. She had shed her usual softness and dressed sharp. “I want to check on my old studio.”

She had once co–invested in a studio that trained talents, but after getting married, she barely managed it.

Now she still had some savings left to put in, and she had signed a few talents before—she wanted to see how they were doing.

Charles’s face darkened. “Sixty thousand dollars a month in allowance isn’t enough?”

He thought she should stay home, a vase waiting for him to come back. For the past two years, she had done just that.

Yolanda felt a tightness in her chest. Her shoes were on. “I want to go back to work.”

His eyes lingered on her for a few seconds before he looked away, his tone flat again. “Suit yourself.”

He believed she would come back defeated soon enough, once she saw how harsh the outside world was.

He walked to the dining table and noticed breakfast was different.

breakfast today?”

meals herself, but today’s food clearly wasn’t

did,” a maid said. “Mrs. Sinclair said from now on, we’ll handle

too lazy to

figured she was just throwing a tantrum because he had

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by the mall building, she happened to see a giant poster hanging outside. On it was the brand ambassador chosen for Sinclair Group’s perfume this season–the same young

and gripped the

girl Charles had personally brought into the spotlight. Yolanda didn’t know what it was about Sophie that obsessed him, but now he had even made her the

took a deep breath and pressed the gas

studio wasn’t far from Sinclair Group, only about a ten–minute drive. She had rented the entire top floor back then. Now the doors were wide open, and all she could hear was the sound of fists

a young man inside the studio wearing a black

long, his muscles elegant and well–defined, not overly bulky, carrying a raw youthfulness. He was slightly taller than

than Charles. Though silent, his beautiful eyes, now lowered, gave him a charm that was hard to put into

spoke up. “Excuse

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glance at her, and because he stopped moving, the bag swung back

open the glass door

little red. Then he pressed his

wasn’t wrong–this was indeed the studio she had

ago. Back then she had paid five years‘ rent in

amount.

seemed to have turned into a boxing room. Yolanda stood there without a word, like a socialite who had accidentally stepped

his gloves, and tossed them aside. He turned and opened the glass door, about to leave. Sweat dripped

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