Unbreakable Love His Passion for Her Transcends Death by Beanie Gold

Yvette's voice was calm and impassive, as though divorce were a menial matter to her.

Xavier's pupils contracted. "What did you just say?"

Over the last three years, no matter what he had done, Yvette had never brought up divorce.

In truth, Xavier knew that Yvette loved him.

Her eyes, which were usually dull and empty, were clear and bright now. "I'm sorry for being a burden over the last few years, Mr. Lane. We should get divorced."

Xavier clenched his fists unconsciously. "You heard what I said earlier, didn't you? Snyder Group was already failing; it won't matter whether I buy it or someone else does. What are you trying to do by bringing up divorce?

"Is it because you want money? Or a child? Or do you want me to leave Snyder Group alone?" he asked coldly. "Don't forget that I don't love you. Your threats won't work on me!"

At that moment, he seemed like a stranger to Yvette. A lump formed in her throat as her ears began throbbing. Even though she was wearing her hearing aids, she could barely hear what Xavier was saying.

She could only answer his last question. "I don't want anything."

Afraid that he would notice something wrong with her, Yvette left the study in a hurry.

As he watched her leave, Xavier felt frustrated for some reason. He had never felt like this before.

Not one to hold in his emotions, he flipped the table over. The bowl of soup that Yvette had brought him spilled all over the ground.

Back in her own room, Yvette forced herself to swallow a handful of pills.

She reached up to touch her ear. As she retracted her fingers, she saw crimson blood on them.

Thanks to the medicine, her hearing recovered a little by the time it was dawn. Yvette stared blankly at the soft rays of sunlight streaming from the window.

"The rain has stopped," she said quietly to herself.

Xavier didn't leave the manor that day.

He was in the living room bright and early, settled on the couch, waiting for Yvette to apologize and express her regret to him.

This wasn't the first time Yvette had lost her temper with him. However, after every tantrum, she would apologize to him before long.

Xavier figured that it would be the same this time around.

Soon, he saw Yvette coming out of her room, all freshened up. She wore her usual dark-colored clothes. She dragged a suitcase with one hand while holding a piece of paper in the other.

She handed the paper to him. It was a divorce agreement.

"Let me know when you have time, Xav."

With that, she left the manor, pulling her suitcase behind her.

It was bright and sunny outside. Yvette felt as if she had gotten a new chance at life.

couch, still clutching the divorce agreement in his

a long time

take Yvette back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. During this time, they would have to endure strange

was alone that day,

Mansion, Shannon and the rest of the Lanes were surprised to

turn up every year and the last to leave since she had been trying

wasn't she

frowned and asked Xavier, "Where's Yvette,

wanted a divorce and left

disbelief when

She knew that Yvette probably loved Xavier more

protected Xavier with her own

had

that. She had dropped everything and gone to the foreign city just

care of almost everything in his life with meticulous precision, including being polite to everyone around him, even his secretaries. She had always been

Xavier. So, why had she suggested getting

was glad that Yvette

be your wife anyway. It's a good thing that you're divorcing her.

immediately

Xav. You're in your best years

gathering turned into

spoke of Yvette as if she were

should have felt happy that they were defending him, but for some reason, he found their words

Lane Mansion earlier than usual and

was just starting to

nothing but darkness, he remembered, with a start, that Yvette

into his house slippers and tossed his

he felt unusually

to the wine cellar to get a bottle of wine so that he could celebrate

and saw the locked door, he realized too late that he didn't have

at Dewberry Manor. Ever since he had married Yvette, she had been the one taking care of

through his messages only to find work-related texts. Yvette hadn't called or texted him to apologize at

phone aside, he got up and headed over

of

from food, there were also a

picked one of the bags up and read the instructions on it.

Infertility?

whiff of the supplement. It

recalled how Yvette always smelled strange. So, this was

so no matter

...

over in a dark and dinky hotel, Yvette opened her eyes

head was pounding. The world was silent. She knew, then, that her condition

she had still been able to hear