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.”

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Charles shifted his leg and kicked him

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chill ran through her. She’d known Charles for years and had seen his anger before. In public, he played the charming, doting man, but when

a drop of blood from his trousers. Without looking up, he asked

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

“Stop them.” Charles ordered.

floor froze, eyes wide with horror. “Mr. Sinclair, it was me. Punish me, not them. They’re innocent, I’m begging you… His voice broke into sobs as he trembled. “They didn’t

this-

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

pillar and smashed his head against it.

fell into a heavy silence, broken

intercept

stomach turned. She’d grown up in the Grant family, so she was no stranger

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

noting her pale complexion. He gestured casually. ‘Come.

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

his dark eyes. “I thought you might

clenched at her side. “If the family profited from his betrayal, they’re

her back damp with cold sweat. This was the price of betraying Charles. Arrogant, ruthless, and surrounded by yes–men who saw everyone else as beneath them,

code.

breath, forcing her emotions

back. In one swift motion, he caught her wrist

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bending awkwardly over the back of

and tobacco. “Honey,” he murmured, voice dangerously soft, “if this bothers you, you should’ve

coming sharp and cold against her

slowly and

Jack replied, “Yes, sir.”