After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 38

Charles had never cared about what Yolanda truly felt, yet her hollow performance now ignited his curiosity.

She walked past him and started up the stairs. He waited for her on the landing, leaning back with an air of detached coolness. “I took care of that celebrity issue,” he mentioned.

She continued down the hall without looking back. “Okay.”

Charles watched her go, a fresh cigarette perched between his fingers, unlit. After a brief pause, he followed her.

Yolanda grabbed her pajamas and headed for the shower. When she stepped out, she found him already in bed, leaning against the headboard with his long legs stretched out. She froze, about to ask what he was doing here.

But then, his phone rang. This time, it wasn’t Sophie.

A moment later, Jack knocked on the door. “Mr. Sinclair, we’ve identified the mole who leaked the internal info.”

The leaked bid had cost Charles a major project he’d spent months preparing for. Now, they finally had a lead.

Yolanda moved toward the bed and reached for the covers, but his hand closed around her wrist. “Come with me. I want you there.”

She frowned, turned away, and began changing into her sleep clothes.

Charles watched, faintly amused, his hand resting lightly on her waist. “You’ve been acting different lately. sweetheart.”

Around a man like Charles, even the smallest shift in behavior didn’t go unnoticed. She kept her eyes down, changing slowly. “I’m just tired

She got into the car after him; Jack was behind the wheel. They pulled up to another of Charles’s properties, one Yolanda had never seen before.

The e moment she stepped inside, the metallic tang of blood hit her like a wall. She recoiled instinctively.

In the center of the living room, a man, beaten nearly unconscious, seemed to sense their arrival. He began pleading frantically, voice ragged, “Mr. Sinclair, I shouldn’t have done this. I’m begging you, let me go, just this once. Have mercy!”

Charles walked calmly to the sofa in the middle of the room and sat down. His expensive leather shoes were smudged with blood, but he paid them no mind.

The man crawled forward, forehead dripping crimson. “Mr. Sinclair, I’m so sorry. I’ll return every cent to the company. I was wrong. I was greedy.”

7:45 Thu, Sep 11

Chapter 38

lunged for Charles’s pant leg, but Charles shifted his leg and kicked

2.56 vouchers

and had seen his anger before. In public, he played the charming, doting man, but when crossed, he turned ruthless

tissue and slowly wiped a drop of blood from his trousers. Without looking up, he asked Jack,

“At the airport. He transferred the money to them. Looks like he was trying to get them out

“Stop them.” Charles ordered.

Sinclair, it was me. Punish me, not them. They’re innocent, I’m begging

this-

of his tender wife, and his bright son who’d just been accepted to a university overseas. His bloodied fingers

nearby pillar and smashed his head against it. “Take my life!

a heavy silence, broken only by

understand, already made a hushed, urgent call to intercept the

up in the Grant family, so she was

of blood hanging in the air was something else entirely. Sheltered by strict upbringing and polished manners, the

glanced sideways, noting her pale complexion.

After everything had settled, she just wanted to go home. “When

the flame flickering in his dark eyes. “I thought you might plead for mercy o

her side. “If the family profited from his betrayal, they’re not innocent.” And she didn’t want to interfere

with cold sweat. This was the price of betraying Charles. Arrogant, ruthless, and surrounded by yes–men who saw

code.

drew a slow breath, forcing her

his cigarette into an ashtray and leaned back. In one swift motion, he

7:45 Thu, Sep 11

Chapter 38

over the back of the couch until

with the scent of blood and tobacco. “Honey,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft, “if this

stayed bent, feeling his breath coming sharp and cold against

and stood. “Jack, finish up

Jack replied, “Yes, sir.”