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

had cooked his meals herself,

maid said. “Mrs. Sinclair said from now on, we’ll

too lazy

a tantrum because he had

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memory and drove to

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On it was the brand ambassador chosen for Sinclair Group’s perfume this season–the

her gaze back and gripped the steering wheel

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

deep breath and pressed the

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,

man inside the studio wearing a

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

side profile. He looked younger than Charles. Though silent, his beautiful eyes, now lowered,

up. “Excuse

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turned his head to glance at her, and because he stopped moving, the bag swung back and hit him in the

glass door and walked inside. “Are you

head, his cheek a little red. Then he pressed

wrong–this was indeed the studio she

ago. Back then she had paid five years‘ rent in one lump sum,

amount.

there without a word, like a

them aside. He turned and opened the glass door,

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