Pamela thought that Yasmin's voice sounded strange, but since Yasmin was an important client, she didn't dare offend her.Politely, she replied, "It's okay. Please take your time.""Alright, please leave for now. I'll look for you once I'm finished here," Yasmin said in a strained voice."Okay." Pamela left soon after.Once she was gone, Yasmin awkwardly tapped Blake's shoulder. "Alright, stop it. You almost got us caught just now."Blake was now satisfied. A man who had been sated was no longer as surly. He became shockingly gentle, wrapping his arms around her waist and saying, "Join me for dinner later.""Okay," Yasmin weakly agreed. "Please let me go now."Blake finally released his hold on her. Yasmin's legs felt like jelly, and she nearly stumbled as soon as he let go.He steadied her and looked down at the torn train of the wedding dress. The front, however, still looked fine. He smiled and said, "You still look beautiful in the wedding dress."Yasmin glanced at the mir
"Mrs. Ford, Mr. Ford's back.""Really?" Yasmin Starr was busy with her drafts. When she heard that her husband was back, her eyes lit up. She drew the curtains before her to see a Rolls-Royce Cullinan driving along the path leading to the villa.She saw a man in the car. His handsome face was visible from where she stood; his actions and carriage exuded a regal air.It really was him!Yasmin's heart started racing. Her face burned at the thought of the things they did whenever he came home. Every kiss they shared was searing and passionate. It made her shy yet nervous.Just then, the door to her room swung open. Blake Ford walked in.Yasmin smiled at him. "Mr. B!""Come here." He loosened his tie.She walked over to him shyly. In the next second, he pulled her into his arms and gave her a hard kiss. She moaned before sinking into the kiss. Then, he carried her to the bed and had his way with her.Blake looked like the celibate and gentle type, but he was no gentleman when it came to se
Yasmin felt a little bitter. She grabbed some dark clothes from the wardrobe and returned to the room. There, she heard Blake talking to someone on the phone."Don't be scared. Have Alicia keep an eye on you. I'll be right there." His voice was a brand of tenderness that Yasmin had never heard before.She stopped short. Suddenly, the sweetness she'd felt earlier dissipated. She asked tentatively, "Who was that, Mr. B?"He glanced at her, his tall stature domineering. He said coldly, "No one.""Was it a woman?""It's none of your business." He grabbed the clothes from her and put them on. Usually, he would have her put them on for him.Would every man start to be repelled by their wives once they fell in love with someone else?Yasmin's stomach started convulsing. It looked like she had a stomach problem. She felt horrible.Blake got dressed and turned to leave. Yasmin was on high alert—a woman's sixth sense was powerful. She ran to the door and said, "I'm feeling a little sick, Mr. B.
Yasmin suddenly recalled something a friend of Blake's had once said. He'd told her, "There's a woman who lives in Blake's heart. They met in Merania, and he's pined after her for years. You and her look pretty similar, actually."At the time, Yasmin had been indignant. She felt that the woman was no match for her since she was already a thing of the past.Now, her dream had been shattered. As she watched how tender Blake was toward the woman, she felt like a sharp blade had been driven right into her heart. It hurt so much that all her organs felt like they were cramping.Blake shielded the woman from the crowd as they turned to leave. Suddenly, he caught sight of Yasmin standing not too far away. Mary was with her. He frowned.The woman asked gently, "Do you know her, Blake?""Yeah. She's my wife, Yasmin Starr," he said plainly. "Why don't you head to the car first, Giselle? I'll be right behind you.""Okay." Giselle O'Shea nodded obediently. Before she left, she turned to look at Ya
"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
Blake frowned and approached Yasmin. Her eyes were shut. There was a sort of childlike quality to her face as she slept, but it didn't take away from her beauty. Her naturally pink and moist lips were puckered slightly. They were as tempting as water to a parched man in the desert.Blake's anger dissipated at this sight. He bent down to lift her into his arms. At the warmth, Yasmin subconsciously buried her head against his neck. She wanted more of it.Blake looked down at her. His gaze was too deep for others to tell what he was thinking. Then, he placed her on the bed. He was about to leave when he heard her mumble, "You're a jerk, Mr. B …"Blake paused. He rested a hand on her face and caressed it. She was deeply asleep but subconsciously sucked on his finger.His breathing hitched. "Yasmin?"Was she awake?She didn't respond. Instead, she turned on her side and held his hand to her cheek. She looked wholly dependent on him.Blake lowered his head and kissed her.Yasmin felt
Yasmin was dead at heart, and her eyes were dull. "I'm not throwing a tantrum, Blake. I'm being serious. I've been stuck in a loveless marriage for two years, and I've had enough."Over more than 700 days, she'd gone from hopeful to despondent. She was tired of living like this."Have you forgotten that your father was the one who sent you to my bed?" Blake's eyes darkened. "He went to such lengths to force me to marry you, yet you're now demanding a divorce. Do you even hear yourself?"Go ahead and throw whatever tantrum you want, but don't take things too far. Men hate it when women are too fussy, you know."Indeed, Yasmin's father, Stuart Starr, had sent her to Blake's bed. At the time, something had gone wrong with Stuart's company. He foresaw himself ending up behind bars and had been afraid of his enemies going after Yasmin.So, he'd orchestrated for Yasmin to end up in bed with Blake. Then, he'd informed the paparazzi and the Ford family about this, forcing Blake to marry Y
"Regretting it already? Is your love that cheap? Has it faded into nothingness after just two years?" Blake mocked. He stared at Yasmin.He had her pinned to the bed. Her pale face was devoid of emotion. "Yes, I'm regretting it. I won't love you anymore."She wasn't worthy of him, so she was giving up.Blake's expression darkened. He growled, "Fine, then. Since you don't love me anymore, that's all the more reason for me not to let you off the hook. I want you to stay by my side for the rest of your life to atone for your sins. That'll be the perfect way to torment you until the day you die."Yasmin was stunned. "Are we really unforgivable just because my father tricked you?""Yes. It's the one thing I hate the most, so you have to stay by my side for the rest of your life. You don't have a choice in this." With that, Blake stormed out and slammed the door behind him.Yasmin sat up, looking desolate. She hadn't expected Blake to insist that she dedicate her life to him as a form