Chapter 4

"Yaz, did you know about your precious Mr. B cheating on you?" The phone call was from Yasmin's best friend, Eunice Salle. "I saw it all over the news first thing in the morning! He's gotten together with a pianist named Giselle O'Shea, and it looks like she's even pregnant.

"The paparazzi caught them at the hospital together. Hurry and go check it out!"

Yasmin's heart constricted. She checked the news. There were tweets everywhere on Twitter talking about the photos of Blake accompanying Giselle to the hospital last night.

Blake was the CEO of Windmere Group and had countless assets under his name. He was the most eligible bachelor in the city. This was why his private life had always been under intense scrutiny.

Now that he'd gotten caught accompanying a woman to the hospital, it immediately became a trending topic. The netizens had even managed to dig out Giselle's personal information.

She was a renowned pianist in Merania. She and Blake were childhood sweethearts. They had a strong bond. After growing up, she'd gone abroad to study while Blake had waited for her for ten years.

Now that Giselle was back, they could finally be together.

Everyone on the Internet was going crazy over their relationship. They were all lamenting the glory of their love. In just one morning, Giselle's Twitter account had gained three million followers.

The one thing Yasmin noticed was that Giselle had been in Merania. It matched up with what Blake's friend had told her before. So, she was Blake's true love.

Yasmin smiled mockingly.

"Did you see it, Yaz? I can't believe this nonsense is all over the Internet. I can't take it—I have to go teach these people a lesson!" Eunice gritted her teeth.

Yasmin stopped her. "Don't do anything. I already know about it."

"Wait, you do?"

"Yeah."

Eunice's voice shot up an octave. "What the hell is wrong with you? Aren't you going to do anything about him getting involved with another woman? Shouldn't you be teaching that bitch a lesson?"

Yasmin sighed. "Didn't you see what those people are saying? She's Mr. B's true love. He's waited for her for a decade."

"I couldn't care less whether she's his true love or a hooker he hired. She's in the wrong for getting involved with him despite knowing he's married!"

"Forget it." Yasmin sounded tired. "My marriage to Mr. B has always been a one-sided thing. I'm tired now."

Besides, her manners and upbringing wouldn't permit her to get physical with Giselle. In fact, if she were to cause a fuss, the whole city would know what a terrible marriage she had. She and Blake had indeed been married, so she didn't want things to turn ugly.

After a moment of silence, Eunice said, "What are you going to do, then? Are you going to keep this up or get a divorce?"

"A divorce is all I want now." Yasmin looked at the needle on the back of her hand. She was sick, yet he was accompanying Giselle. Her heart was now dead. "Since he doesn't care about me, I won't force things anymore."

"I'll always support you, Yaz. You're so pretty. There are plenty of men who'd love to be with you. You don't have to be so hung up on a scumbag!"

"Thanks for comforting me." She was grateful to have Eunice by her side when she was at her worst.

After hanging up, Yasmin rested for a while. When she was finally done with her IV drip, she felt better. Her stomach didn't hurt anymore, but she was still rather weak.

Mary and the driver took her home. She fell asleep again.

Blake returned that night. As he took his coat off, he asked Mary, "Where is she?"

"Upstairs. She's sleeping." Mary added, "Mrs. Ford was quite sad to see that you weren't around when she woke up this morning, Mr. Ford."

Blake fell silent. After a pause, he went upstairs. He easily pushed the room door open.

Yasmin was curled up on the bay window like a cat. Her long hair fell from the seat to the floor. It made her seem that much more skinny and petite.

Why was she sleeping there when she was sick?