"What the fucking hell is your problem?" Yvette's voice thundered as soon as they finally went out as she grabbed her hand back to hers and stopped in the parking lot.Clyde looked at her critically. "The attorney you are dealing with is friends with Mr. Williams, Irish Williams' father. My men had him investigated, and he found out—""What? You had him investigated?" She glared at him. "The attorney is trying to lend a hand with this big case, and you don't trust him.""I don't trust anyone right now, Yvette! Knowing that for these past months, my eyes, my mind, and even my fucking heart got fooled! You can't blame me if I can't trust anyone right now, Yvette. Because all I fucking thought was that... I am making it up to Yvonne. That I am slowly trying to make things work out for us! That I can be a good husband for her now! That I can marry her again and live the life she fucking deserves! Not the hell that she's been through during our first marriage!"Yvette's anger slowly boiled
"What is your complete name?" the interviewer asked.Heron, Callan, and Damon watched it seriously. Heron is crossing his arms while leaning against the billiard pool. Heron is sitting on the sofa, while Callan is sitting on the shoulder of the sofa, playing with the remote in his hand."I am Yvette Martinez."Their eyes narrowed in sync."What? But that’s Yvonne Smith,” Heron said with a shocked face. Callan gestured to Heron to shut up as he adjusted the volume."Yvette Martinez? You are not Yvonne Smith?" the interviewer asked.She shook her head. "I am the twin of my deceased sister, which is Yvonne Smith, who died three months ago in a car accident.""What the fuck?" Heron's eyes narrowed even more, as did earlier. They can't believe that just a few minutes ago, they have been talking about her thinking that she was Yvonne but here they are, shocked by the revelations. Callan froze, and he felt the chills throughout his body."It's the reason why there's something about her! Be
The attorney can feel the tension between Clyde and Yvette. Clyde's jaw clenched about her last words, and he looked at her intensely.This woman's tongue is really the sharpest thing in the world, huh? It cuts. Clyde froze in his seat as the pain twinkled in his eyes. Yvette was just so mad at seeing Clyde that she couldn’t help but mock him.When the deafening silence resonated all over the room, the attorney cleared his throat and fixed his glasses."Maybe you two need to settle your issues with each other first before we proceed to the main topic, which is the case."Yvette crossed her arms and leaned against the chair as she looked at Clyde with intensity. Clyde’s finger started tapping on the table, his jaw clenching as the words Yvette had fired kept ringing in his mind."I already told her everything, and I understand why she doesn’t trust me at all. And she needs to understand as well that she also deceived me," Clyde said coldly.Yvette chuckled. "Why, Mr. Smith? How do you
As soon as Yvette went into her condo, she immediately decided to take a bath since she wanted to cool herself off. She placed the wine and wine glass at the side of the bathtub and poured herself a drink while she was submerged in the water.She sipped on it while she answered Trisha's call."So how was it? I'm here at my condo. Damon is here with me as well," Trisha said in the background."I'm already at my condo too. The motherfucker sent me here. He also suggested a lawyer for Yvonne's case," Yvette explained while closing her eyes. "Really? So, is he still there? With you?" Trisha probed. "No. I already sent him home.""Have you eaten your dinner? Because I can come over and we could eat dinner together.""Sounds good to me. I'll just call you later once I'm done with my bath," Yvette said."Alright!" As soon as she turned off the call and placed the phone on the side, she heard a doorbell.Her brow furrowed as she considered who it could be. At first, she thought it was just
Clyde can feel his blood rushing as he senses the danger Yvette is in. If he got there late, he knew that he was going to lose another life, and that was already too much for him.As soon as he got into the parking lot of the condo unit, he ordered some of his men to alert the security team of their building to check on Yvette's room.As soon as the security team found out about it, they immediately handled it while the others checked the CCTV footage to make sure if it was safe to open the door of her condo unit without posing an imminent danger to their client that the intruder might hold her hostage and use it against them.The cameras were broken, sir," one of the security personnel informed their heads.Clyde was pacing back and forth while watching the security team positioned as their head already called the SWAT, who were already on their way to handle the situation."She's hiding in the bathroom," Clyde said to the head of the security team because he wanted to just barge in.
Why is there a lot of security in Yvonne’s—I mean Yvette’s room? And where is she?" Damon asked when he called Clyde.Clyde glanced at Yvette, who was now looking at the things Clyde told his men to get."Someone attacked her in her condo unit. A woman who pretended to be a room attendant. I think Williams is behind it," Clyde said."What?!" he heard Trisha’s shocked voice. "Where are you right now?""I will let her rest for a while. We are just here in the other room. She’s traumatized," Clyde said."Clyde! I want to go there.""Let’s give her some peace for a while, Trish. We’ll go to her if Yvette already told us that she wants to see you," Damon said."I’ll call later again," Clyde said."Don’t leave her, Clyde!" Trisha said. Clyde looked at Yvette, who was now glancing at him."I won’t," he uttered as he locked gazes with Yvette.He turned off the call and went to Yvette."You need anything? Are the clothes fine? Those are the things you left at my house," Clyde said."These are
"You think I won't stop until you're not dead, Yvette?" Irish William's face illuminated all over the dim room as she smirked at Yvette cunningly."Your sister took Clyde away from me. And now you are taking him away from me as well. Look at yourself head over heels for Clyde," Irish Williams glared at her.Yvette looked at herself in front of the mirror and saw her reflection wearing a wedding dress, but half of it was covered with blood.Irish's image appeared behind her as she smiled at her more in the mirror."You are the real mistress of Clyde here, Yvette. You are the reason why your twin died because you are the other woman, not me," Irish said in a sinister voice.Yvette glanced at her, but she was shocked that she suddenly attacked her, her hand choking her. Yvette was panting for air, pushing her face and pulling her hands, but to no avail.Irish's eyes glared at her. "I will kill you for stealing Clyde from me! Yvette!" "Yvette!" Yvette opened her eyes as she pulled herse
"We'll go to the prison today. They detain the intruder. If you want to come with me while I interrogate her,"Of course, I'm coming," Yvette said as she looked at Clyde, who was now fixing the cuffs of his shirt.Yvette took the bathrobe and went to the bathroom to take a bath immediately. Her first night with Clyde was somehow okay because she felt safe knowing someone was with her after the attack, but she couldn't sleep right because she dreamed of being killed by Irish.But she feels a little bit lighter because of the conversation she had with Clyde. It’s like a confrontation—she can’t face what’s bugging her for so long—and a revelation—she needs to have a broader perspective on what’s right for the both of them.Clyde was waiting for her to finish while she was changing in the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror as she dressed in a dress coat and let her long hair cascade at the back prettily.Her eyes looked so fierce with that on-point makeup on them.She sprayed perf