After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 118

Chapter 118

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Yolanda wandered casually through the luxury mall, browsing without a goal until her eyes landed on a pair of silver–blue stud earrings. They were perfect for Ian–just the right mix of cool elegance and understated edge. Ian always looked reserved and a bit frosty, but he had those eyes that, when he played the innocent, could melt anyone’s heart or switch on the sad puppy look in an instant. These earrings matched him to a tee.

They cost over a hundred grand, but Yolanda didn’t bat an eye. It was Charles’s money, after all.

Next, she treated herself to a pair of emerald stud earrings, a little over eighty grand. The emeralds were flawless, surrounded by a halo of diamonds that sparkled like stars. They screamed luxury.

She put them on right then and there, snapped a close–up of her ear, and posted it on Twitter with a caption: [Spending someone else’s money? No regrets.]

Vivian had just gotten chewed out by Charles, and now, seeing Yolanda showing off like she owned the place, it was more than she could take. The whole thing felt like a taunt, and her irritation hit its peak.

She stormed across the mall floor, barely giving Yolanda time to react, and slapped her hard across the face.

Yolanda’s hand flew to her cheek, her lips tightening into a thin line as she held back any words.

Vivian sneered, her eyes burning red with jealousy as she stared at Yolanda’s new earrings. “Who the hell do you think you are? Showing off on Twitter just to get under my skin? Trying to rub it in, huh? You don’t even deserve to wear something like that!”

Before Yolanda could move, Vivian reached out and yanked one of the earrings straight out. Blood welled from Yolanda’s earlobe, running down her neck—it was enough to make anyone flinch.

Yolanda’s face turned ghostly pale as she felt all eyes on her. She ducked her head, her eyes rimmed red with unshed tears, and, keeping her gaze down, hurried to her car.

Once inside the car, she didn’t try to stop the bleeding. She just sat there, staring blankly into space, letting the silence and numbness wash over her.

Vivian, clutching the bloodstained earring in her hand, finally felt her anger and jealousy subside a little.

When Yolanda got home, Charles was already there. These days, he’d been coming back home right around six, punctual as always.

She silently changed her shoes by the door, not making a sound.

Charles had seen her Twitter posts and knew she’d been in a pretty good mood today. The corners of his mouth quirked up. “Come here, let your husband check out what you bought.”

Yolanda stiffened, standing frozen in the entryway. She kept her head down and made to head upstairs.

Charles’s brow furrowed, wondering if she was throwing a fit again.

“Yolanda,” he called out.

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bending over backwards to keep her happy these days–she really ought

didn’t even bother to answer, just headed straight

a colder, darker look. He was done playing

Sophie called. His bad mood hadn’t faded, so he just

done with Sophie, irritation was all over his face. He stepped out

had been extra obedient lately, barely daring to act cute or say much. Whenever she was with him, she

there in silence, she wondered if she’d screwed

asked softly, hesitation

against the balcony railing, the night breeze tossing his hair around. His lips were a touch red, and those long, elegant fingers kept casually turning

addicted to his wild, seductive side, the other half just anxious about how unpredictable he seemed

a cigarette. “Afraid of me?” he

trying not to

sniffled. “You being upset… it’s honestly scary,” she said, voice barely above a

low chuckle, his hair getting even messier in the wind. “Is that

always generous with women, but his affection was a switch–he

moment, then throw

was never real–it was all just smoke and

his again. She tried to win him over, voice extra sweet: “Is it that woman at home

cigarette between his fingers, letting out

to think of something more to soothe him, but she just couldn’t

king–you never knew when he’d

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about to say something more, when his

picked up. It was

is trending on Twitter,” Jack

frowned, thinking

Yolanda trending?

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Twitter. The video was grainy, but there