Chapter 2 Yolanda sat down on the edge of the bed first and picked up her tablet to check her assets . Charles took a set of pajamas from the closet and went into the shower . 5 vouchers The sound of water filled the bathroom . Yolanda lowered her lashes , wondering how much money she could get if she divorced him . Charles never loved her . Their marriage was only because of the ties between the Grant family and the Sinclair family - or more exactly , because of his friendship with her so - called brother . Yolanda was only the adopted daughter of the Grants . As she swiped across the screen , a wave of steam drifted over her . Charles rested his chin on her shoulder and quietly looked at the files on her tablet . " Thinking about divorce ? " he asked carelessly , then slid his finger to the previous page . " Have you thought about the cost of leaving me ! The cost was clear : she would get nothing . Yolanda had wasted two years by his side , living as a full - time housewife . She couldn't walk away empty - handed . Charles held her from behind , his posture both forceful and proud . " I've been busy with work and ignored you . Are you lonely ? " Yolanda turned off the tablet , lay down , and faced away from him . " I was just looking . " Divorce wouldn't be easy . The Grant family would never approve . Charles slid into bed and pulled her waist back against him . " When you married me , you said you didn't care if I loved you , as long as you could see me every day ." Yolanda froze , her heart aching . It had only been two years , yet hearing her old promise now felt bitter and humiliating . Charles could never be moved . Born into wealth , used to admiration , he had long been bored with love itself . Maybe he thought himself too noble . He always looked down on women like Yolanda , raised in big families to be proper and dull . Yolanda was beautiful ; if she hadn't been , the Grant family would never have taken her in . She had been raised for one purpose - for marriage . A pretty trap to show the world . She shut her eyes , not wanting to hear more of his cruel words . But tonight he seemed restless , talkative after chasing thrills elsewhere . " Yolanda , flowers wither if they're not watered , " he went on . " If you're too lonely , find another man to spoil you ." The last trace of color drained from Yolanda's face . Charles truly had no heart . He knew she had loved him for years , yet he always faced her with that cold , calculating look . In this relationship , she had lost too completely . If she made a scene , she would only look like a clown . Charles noticed Yolanda keeping her eyes shut and raised a brow . Over the past two years , he had said plenty of mean words , but she never argued back . Even in bed , she was dull . He never cared for women who lived by the rules . Charles lay down and closed his eyes . Only when his breathing grew steady did Yolanda slowly sit up . She looked at him and , for a moment , truly wanted to stab him with a knife . But wasting her life in prison for a man like him wasn't worth it . She picked up her tablet again . Charles refused to divorce now , and with the close ties between the Sinclair family and the Grant family , any scandal would hurt both companies . After thinking it through , she decided she needed to get back to work . There was always a way out . 1/2 P P Chapter 2 Just as she was about to lie down , Charles's phone buzzed . At first , she thought it was hers . She picked it up and unlocked the screen , only to see a private photo so explicit she froze . Her eyes widened , then she realized it wasn't her phone - it was his . 5 vouchers She quickly put it back . So this was what Charles liked : women who looked innocent on the surface but were bold and reckless behind closed doors . She was about to lie down when Charles reached for his phone . His voice came out rough . " Did you touch my phone ? " " I picked up the wrong one . I didn't read the message . " Yolanda said . " All right , " Charles replied . He got up , typed a reply , and stepped out to make a call . 2/2