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.

the couch, still clutching the

him a long time to come back

to pay respects to his ancestors. During this time, they would have to endure strange looks from his

that day, which made him

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

past, Yvette had always been the first one to turn up every year and the last to leave since she had been

she there

frowned and asked

expression turned cold. "She wanted a divorce and left

fell silent in disbelief when

knew that Yvette probably loved Xavier more than anything in the

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

had happened

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

in his life with meticulous precision, including being polite to everyone around him, even

without Xavier. So, why

no idea, but she was glad that

a good thing that you're divorcing

immediately

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

the gathering turned into a

Yvette as if she were

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

than usual and

was just starting to

saw nothing

into his house slippers and

some reason, he felt unusually

cellar to get a bottle of wine

got to the wine cellar and saw the locked door, he realized too late that he didn't

Dewberry Manor. Ever since he had married Yvette, she

phone, he scrolled through his messages only to find work-related texts. Yvette hadn't called or texted

he got up and

he opened the door of the fridge, he

were also a lot of

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

Infertility?

of the

smelled strange. So, this

so no matter how much medicine she took, she would never have

...

and dinky

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

this, she had still been able to