After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 180

Chapter 180

Mary nodded, trembling. Just then, her phone rang–it was saved as “Husband.”

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She was too weak to answer, so Yolanda helped her out, tapping the button and putting it on speaker.

An impatient male voice echoed through. “I’m on a business trip. I missed your call. Do you need something?”

His tone was way too cold for a husband.

Yolanda frowned as she heard Mary ask, “When are the kids coming home?”

“Why do you keep worrying about that? You’re swamped with work anyway. The kids finally have a break–let them enjoy themselves a bit. It’s not like they can just sit around at home all day, right? I’m heading out now, so unless it’s actually important, don’t call me. I’ve got stuff to do too.”

Mary was about to say something else, but he just hung up on her, cutting her off mid–sentence.

The “beep, beep, beep” from the phone was like the final curtain on the conversation; Mary let the breath she’d been holding slowly slip away. Looking at Ms. Grant, she spoke gently, “Ms. Grant, you should go home and rest. Sorry to trouble you last night.”

“Things aren’t good between you and your husband, are they?” Yolanda asked directly.

Yolanda caught onto something–guys were only this cold at home when they had something going on outside. ‘He must be messing around,’ she thought.

Mary managed a smile, though it barely reached her eyes. “It’s not really bad between us, just… pretty cold. Honestly, I’m swamped at work–especially with all I’ve put into Starlight and dealing with the endless drama from our female artists. There’s only so much one person can handle. I hardly get any time with my husband and kids these days. Money’s about the only thing I can offer them to make up for it.”

Even if the folks at Starlight aren’t exactly fond of me, having that 3% stake means my paycheck blows everyone else’s out of the water. I’m the one holding down the whole fort, covering everything so my kids can go to the best private school. My husband works too, but what he earns in a month barely comes close to what I make in a week.

Yolanda, having been through it herself, couldn’t help but warn her, “Just keep an eye on him. His attitude toward you is way too cold.”

She didn’t want to come right out and say he might be cheating–didn’t want to embarrass Mary.

Mary gave a silent nod and closed her eyes.

As Yolanda left the room, she made sure to close the door behind her.

It was just past 5:30 a.m., and the sky was barely starting to lighten. She stepped into the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand darted in, forcing them open again.

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the guy who’d just stepped in. He was young, but

frowned, fished out her

rubbing his tired eyes. “You’re heading

Should be home

he got up

yawned as he looked

early just to see Yolanda, but he was way too nervous to go up and say hi. So

driving that van Yolanda had bought for him, packed top to bottom with his stuff–enough that even if he had

her. Instinctively, she turned to check, but before she

out.

Long couldn’t take it anymore. Yolanda wasn’t just a stunner–her body was something else. As he gripped her wrist, her skin felt velvety soft under his fingers, making his

could have her

back, he dragged her straight

about twenty square meters, basically the janitors‘ broom closet, with nothing inside but a single cramped

the door open, the stale,

her frantic

side, his eyes twisted with malice. Without hesitation, he threw her down hard

looking for trouble?” he spat, his voice low and

Yolanda still hadn’t shown

pulled on his hat and mask and headed

front desk, so he walked over to her and asked, “Hey,

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through

covered up, that killer physique and magnetic presence still made him

then hesitated. Yolanda’s striking appearance made her memorable, so the

one emergency surgery tonight, and, to be honest, Yolanda was

come down. You might want to try upstairs; her room’s 306 on the third floor,” the nurse

and peeked through the window of room 306. Mary was fast asleep, but Yolanda was nowhere

first floor. In a gentle voice, he called

to keep his voice down, not wanting

a loud crash echoed from a nearby small room. Ian walked over, trying to

was locked up tight, and there was no way to

in there, so he headed to the front desk and asked the nurse on

that’s the cleaners‘ break room. Probably just someone who pulled an

to walk