After She She Stopped Loving Him

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.

made breakfast today?” he

had cooked his meals herself,

a maid said. “Mrs. Sinclair said from now

stayed quiet, too lazy to

throwing a tantrum because he had ignored her lately. A few gifts would calm

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Chapter 3

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she passed 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 starlet who had

pulled her gaze back and gripped

name was Sophie Sutton, a girl Charles had personally brought into the spotlight. Yolanda didn’t know what it was about

took a deep breath and

floor back then. Now the doors were wide open, and all she could hear was the sound of fists pounding against

inside the studio wearing a black T–shirt, boxing gloves on his hands, hitting the bag again and

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

beautiful

spoke up.

“1

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

hurriedly pushed open the glass door and walked

cheek a little red. Then he pressed his lips

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

she had paid five years‘ rent in one

amount.

seemed to have turned into a boxing room. Yolanda stood there without a word, like a socialite who had accidentally stepped into a back–alley gym, utterly out

tossed them aside. He turned and opened

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