After She She Stopped Loving Him

Chapter 144

Greg couldn't hear anything else; it felt like thunder exploded inside his head.

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He ran out like a madman, never letting go of his phone, and blurted out the hospital's address to the driver.

The driver looked freaked out, seeing Greg all beaten up with his face swollen beyond recognition.

Greg's lips quivered, his voice shaky as he begged, “Please, my wife is in the hospital. | need to see her now.”

Only then did the driver step on the gas.

When they got to the hospital, Greg stumbled as he got out of the car, but he quickly scrambled back to his feet,

clutching his stomach and still rushing forward.

But when he got to Megan's hospital room, his courage deserted him-Greg just stood outside, suddenly terrified

to goin.

Just then, Yolanda opened the door and stepped out. Seeing Greg in that sorry state, she paused for a moment

and frowned. “Did you go meet those loan sharks again?”

Greg wanted to say he didn’t, but after all the awful things he'd done to Yolanda, he knew she would never

believe him, no matter what he said.

Forget Yolanda—for someone like him, not a single sane person out there would ever believe a gambler could

turn his life around.

‘Once you get mixed up with loan sharks and gambling,’ Greg thought to himself, ‘no one’s ever gonna trust a

thing you say again. That's just how it is.’

‘This is what | deserve, Greg realized bitterly. ‘Guess it’s karma, huh!"

Greg collapsed onto his knees right there in the hallway, every bit of courage draining out of him. He just

couldn't bring himself to walk through that door.

Yolanda lingered at the doorway, something unreadable flashing in her eyes as she looked back into the hospital

room, ignoring Greg completely.

Yolanda finally broke the silence. “I've looked into everything. It was Renee Sinclair-Charles’s sister-who forced

Megan to lose her baby. Renee’s absolutely ruthless, and her whole Sinclair family shields her no matter what

she does. She's totally unreasonable. If you even try to confront her, she'd destroy you too. In her world,

anything that annoys her shouldn't be allowed to exist at all. I'm scared Megan won't be able to handle all this,

so... when she wakes up, take her back to your hometown and start fresh. I'll set you two up with enough money

to get by.”

Greg suddenly started laughing, his swollen face almost unrecognizable. He collapsed backward onto the floor,

shoulders shaking so hard he looked like he'd lost his mind.

Yolanda hesitated—she really didn’t trust a man like Greg with Megan. But still, it’s what Megan wanted, and

Yolanda couldn't go against that, no matter how worried she felt.

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Greg slowly rose to his feet, blood leaking from his mouth. Every inch of his body throbbed with pain.

“Miss Grant,” Greg rasped, desperation in his voice, “just tell her you didn’t seetonight. Say those loan

sharks beatto death.”

With that, Greg practically dragged himself away, forcing every step as he hurried down the hall.

Yolanda just stood there in silence.

She was determined to stay with Megan tonight.

Megan woke up the next morning, her hand automatically resting on her belly. She didn’t ask anything; she just

gazed out the window, looking pale and fragile.

Yolanda ordered sdelivery and carefully fed Megan a spoonful of soup.

Megan parted her lips-yet before the spoon reached her mouth, tears were already sliding down her cheeks.

“Yolanda,” Megan choked out, her voice soft and trembling, “I can’t eat... Did Greg Guffman cto seelast

night?”

Yolanda’s hand froze for a moment as Greg's words flashed through her mind. She quietly shook her head.

Yolanda figured it was better to sever all ties-let there be no more lingering hope in Megan's heart.

Megan managed a pale, shaky smile, her hand trembling as she touched her belly. “I get it. | shouldn't have

expected anything from him. It’s all on me, always clinging to those memories... How we used to squeeze

together on the narrow bed in that run-down apartment, the roof leaking while the rain poured outside. He told

me, once he had money, he’d buya car, buya house...”

Swomen spend their whole lives clinging to memories.

Yolanda handed her a glass of water, her heart aching as she saw Megan's eyes so swollen from all the crying.

Megan shook her head. Her throat ached so much she couldn’t swallow a thing, and her lips stung, split open in

painful cuts.

Yolanda didn’t say a word, just quietly set the glass down beside her.

Megan, still in disbelief, pulled out her phone and dialed Greg's number again.

This time, it wasn’t just that he didn’t pick up-he’d blocked her.

Megan switched to WhatsApp, and the red exclamation mark stared back at her, mocking her.

Just then, her phone rang again. It was the bank, telling her she’d maxed out her credit card.

All the color drained from Megan's face. She clutched her phone, half sobbing, half giggling like she'd completely

lost it.

Good thing her credit card limit was only a few grand, nothing crazy. If she got srest and got back to

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Megan wiped her tears, looking at Yolanda. “Yolanda, am | a total joke? | used to tease you, laugh at how you

couldn't get over that jerk Charles. But at least you ended up with smoney out of it. Me? | lost my baby,

racked up

debt, and I'm covered in bruises. What right do | have to laugh at you? I'm the biggest joke of all

Yolanda grabbed stissues and gently dabbed at Megan's tears.

Megan sucked in a shaky breath, her voice steadier. “I need to heal up-fast. I'm heading back to the studio, back

to work, back to managing my talent. | can’t keep falling apart like this, or | won't even be able to look myself in

the mirror. The baby’s gone, it is what it is. If | can’t have kids anymore, then whatever. Why should | need a guy

beside me? | can hold myself up just fine. | was such an idiot.”

Yolanda let out a breath of relief, seeing Megan pull herself together so quickly. “Glad you've figured it out.”

Megan was determined-without a second thought, she signed the consent forms for surgery herself.

Yolanda wanted to stay with her at the hospital, but Megan gently persuaded her. “Yolanda, | really appreciate

how good you've been to me, but | just need squiet there for a few days. When I'm ready to cback

to the studio, I'll reach out to you, okay?”

Yolanda could only nod. She arranged for a nurse to stay with Megan, picked up sfresh fruit, and finally,

somewhat reluctantly, left.

After spending the whole night at the hospital, Yolanda now had to head straight to the office.

But when Yolanda arrived, she found out Tony Sutton had run into trouble. Two guys from his crew told her Tony

got beat up last night and ended up in the hospital.

Yolanda thought they were just making stuff up, but then they pulled out the hospital paperwork as proof.

Tony was actually in the hospital.

Yolanda cracked a smile. Just yesterday, Tony was acting all tough, and now smystery do-gooder had put

him out of commission. ‘Serves him right,” she thought.

The other two guys from Tony's crew were on edge, glancing at each other uneasily-they were pretty sure

Yolanda had something to do with this.

Leon had just gotten kicked out, and now Tony ended up in the hospital. Con, who would believe this wasn't

Yolanda’s doing?

‘Damn, that woman doesn’t hold back. She's seriously ruthless,’ they muttered.

This morning, they'd called Tony, asking if Yolanda was involved, but Tony just acted cagey and never gave a

straight answer.

‘Maybe Tony figured out what kind of person Yolanda really is, and now he’s too scared to say anything,’ they

guessed.

‘Just what kind of backing does that bitch have?’ they muttered, still suspicious.

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This time, the two of them respectfully handed over their rewritten reports to Yolanda, every section explained in

painstaking detail.

One of them even offered to forfeit his whole year-end bonus right then and there, just so the staff could bring

on a brand-new body sculpting coach.

Premium body shaping trainers always cost a fortune-their fees alone could wipe out the annual budget.

With money basically being shoved into her hands, Yolanda would be stupid to say no. She curled her lips into a

sly smile. “Alright.”

Ken and Wayne looked on with thinly veiled contempt. They couldn't believe how fast these guys switched sides-

pathetic.

Ken and Wayne had made up their minds-they’d never let a woman boss them around or take charge over

them.

They shared a glance, then handed in their reports for today.

These reports were much more thoughtfully done than yesterday's. Yolanda didn’t have much to criticize, so

just stood

up and said, “Over the next few days, I'll be working with Mr. Maine to redo the contracts with the talent. Any

objections?”

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The old contracts were ironclad and totally unfair-basically, they owned you, like you were selling your soul.

Now Yolanda was about to rewrite them. Who knew what kind of insane new rules she'd cup with?

So everyone just kept quiet and watched to see how things would play out.

As soon as Yolanda stepped out, Ken Ford couldn't wait to stir things up in the group chat.

This chat was packed with talent, and sfolks were always buttering up the execs, hoping to score some

favors and make life easier for themselves.

Sure, most people genuinely wanted to get rid of those slave contracts. But there were also plenty who were

happy to sell themselves for the fast cash and wild nightlife. Hanging out with the bosses paid way more than

actually hustling, and staying, “clean” just wasn’t their thing. Not that anyone cared, really.

In a place like this, there were always a few trying to act all high and mighty-and even more people ready to

roast them for it.

Ken Ford basically implied in the group that Yolanda was about to roll out contracts even nastier than the last

ones. He dropped a hint that he'd gotten a sneak peek, so everyone ought to watch their backs.

Ken stirring up in the group chat sent all the goodwill Yolanda had built up these past few days straight

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