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.

frozen on the couch, still clutching the divorce

took him a long time to

was Saturday. Usually, around this time of the year, Xavier would take Yvette back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. During this time, they

that day,

rest of the

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

she there

frowned and asked Xavier, "Where's

expression turned cold. "She wanted a divorce and

in disbelief when he said

She knew that Yvette probably loved Xavier more than anything in the world, only surpassed by his own

even protected Xavier with her

after the two had gotten engaged, something had happened to Xavier

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

his life with meticulous precision, including being polite to everyone

without Xavier. So,

was glad that Yvette

your wife anyway. It's a good

immediately

Xav. You're in your best years now. Yvette's been dragging you down all

gathering turned into

Yvette as if she

they were defending him, but for

left Lane Mansion earlier than usual and made his way back to Dewberry

starting to darken when he arrived

manor. When he saw nothing but darkness, he remembered,

house slippers and

he felt unusually exhausted

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

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

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

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

aside, he got up and headed over to

of the

were also a

of the bags up and read the

Infertility?

a whiff of the supplement. It smelled

recalled how Yvette always smelled strange.

so no matter how

...

dinky hotel, Yvette opened her eyes

silent. She knew, then, that her

been able to hear some sounds, even without her