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.

still clutching the divorce

a long time to come back

his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. During this time, they would have to endure

he was alone that day, which made

of the Lanes

Yvette had always been the first one to turn up every year

wasn't she there

frowned and asked

turned cold. "She wanted a divorce

fell silent in disbelief when he said

loved Xavier more than anything in the world, only surpassed by his own

years ago, Yvette had even protected Xavier with her own body when someone had attempted to

ago, not long after the two had gotten engaged, something had happened to Xavier while he had been

dead, but Yvette had refused to believe that. She had dropped everything and gone to the foreign city just to

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

without Xavier. So, why had she suggested getting

idea, but she was glad that Yvette had

not worthy to be your wife anyway. It's a good thing that you're divorcing

others immediately

handsome, Xav. You're in your best years

the gathering turned into a slander

of Yvette as if she were an

were defending him, but for some reason, he found their words too sharp

than usual and made his way

to darken

the door and entered the manor. When he saw nothing but darkness, he remembered, with a start,

into his house slippers and

reason, he felt unusually exhausted

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

he got to the wine cellar and saw the locked door, he realized too late

his house, so there were no maids or helpers at Dewberry Manor. Ever since he had married Yvette, she had been

go back to his room. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his messages only to

he got up

door of the fridge, he was

were

one of the bags up and read the

Infertility?

took a whiff of the supplement. It smelled

always smelled strange. So, this was

matter how

...

and dinky hotel, Yvette opened

silent. She knew, then, that her condition

she had still been able to hear