After She She Stopped Loving Him

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As Yolanda approached the gates of the Sinclair estate, she pulled out her phone and dialed Charles.

“Hey, honey, I'm here. I'm heading in now. Don’t worry about a thing-just focus on work,” she said, her voice

warm and reassuring.

Given all the between her and Renee, the fact that Yolanda cover to help so soon made her look like

an absolute angel in Charles's eyes-so caring and sensible.

That's exactly how she wanted Charles to see her, which was why she made sure to call him first.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, May's sharp eyes zeroed in on her. She waved her hand

dismissively. “Go on, head upstairs. You're good at playing nice, aren't you?”

Yolanda just smiled, acting all meek and obedient, and headed straight upstairs.

Inside, Renee was still sobbing, curled up on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest.

Yolanda gently pushed the door open and walked in, carefully picking up a few things from the floor. “Renee, are

you alright?” she asked softly.

At the sound of her voice, Renee’s head snapped up, her expression suddenly turning fierce.

“What are you doing here?! You cjust to laugh at me, didn’t you? You bitch!” Renee yelled.

She launched herself at Yolanda, trying to wrap her hands around her throat.

Yolanda shielded herself with the pillow and said softly-in a voice dripping with sarcasm-“Yep, that’s right. | came

here just to watch you fall apart. And I'm here to let you know: Blake's done with you. He doesn’t want you

anymore.”

Those words sent Renee reeling, like she'd just been punched in the gut.

Her face drained of all color, and her legs buckled, leaving her kneeling on the floor.

“No, that can’t be! Blake loves me, he can’t survive without me! He just went out to buya present,” she

stammered, desperately clutching onto hope.

“Oh, is that the surprise you were hoping for? Renee, tell me, what do you have that makes anyone want you

anyway?” Yolanda sneered.

A panicked look flashed in Renee's eyes as she wrapped her arms tight around her head. “No... No way... Blake

loves me! | know you're lying. You have to be lying to me...”

Blake was the center of her entire world-and now, with him gone, everything inside her shattered in an instant.

She kept mumbling the words in a broken loop, still kneeling with her head in her arms. “No... Impossible... He

loves me. He really loves me...”

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May hovered outside the door for a bit. When the crying finally died down, she couldn't help herself-she quietly

nudged the door open and slipped inside.

What greeted her was Rence, still kneeling on the floor and muttering under her breath-completely out of it.

May stormed over, grabbed Yolanda’s arm in a rage, and hissed, “What the hell did you do to her?!”

Yolanda frowned and kept leisurely picking things up from the floor. “I just said a few things to calm her down-

beats letting her wreck the whole place, doesn’t it? If you don't like how I'm dealing with her, | might as well

leave right now.”

Before Yolanda showed up, Renee had been crying, yelling, and smashing stuff nonstop-even May, her own

mother, couldn't take it anymore. There was no way she'd let Yolanda walk out now.

May took a deep breath, biting back the urge to lash out. “You just stay right here! Charles will be back this

evening. You'll all have dinner together, then you can go.”

“Sure thing,” Yolanda replied, still acting all sweet and obedient.

Yolanda kept picking up the mess, looking like she was genuinely there to take care of Renee.

May wanted to help Renee up, but the scratches on her arm throbbed painfully. She shot Yolanda a sharp look.

“You help her to the bed. What if she messes up her knees like this? Can you take responsibility for that?” May

snapped.

Yolanda nodded, still wearing that sweet, obedient smile. “I'll clean up the floor first, then I'll help her to bed.”

May finally seemed satisfied, sneering, “No wonder a Grant woman knows how to serve-you're good at this,

aren't you?”

Yolanda didn’t respond to May's jab, just kept quiet until May finally left.

As soon as the door clicked shut, she turned her attention back to Renee, who was still muttering to herself.

Once the room was spotless, Yolanda picked up her phone and called Charles.

“Renee’s calmed down now. | tidied everything up, so the place looks perfect. You can cgetwhenever

you're ready,” she said, her tone sweet and reassuring.

Charles felt his heart settle, the tension melting from his eyes. “Got it. I'll cpick you up tonight.”

Before, Yolanda would do all the work and only let Charles see the tip of the iceberg.

Now, she did just a little and made sure Charles saw every bit of her effort.

The more sweet and well-behaved she acted, the less Charles suspected she was up to anything shady-or that

any of this had anything to do with her.

After all, she was a true Grant-trained to handle things flawlessly.

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Renee's eyes were blazing red, and she looked like she was about to go off and start screaming, but Yolanda cut

her off, saying, “Blake wantedto tell you something before he left.”

At that, a desperate spark flared up in Renee’s eyes. She was so careful, almost whispering, “What did he say?”

“He said he never loved you. You were never worthy,” Yolanda answered, her voice flat and cold.

Renee's face went ghostly pale, and she nearly fainted on the spot. Her body went limp, like all the strength had

just drained out of her.

Yolanda easily maneuvered her onto the bed, barely breaking a sweat.

Renee was absolutely devastated. She lay there motionless, eyes fixed on the ceiling, looking completely hollow-

like her whole world had collapsed and there was nothing left inside her.

Yolanda thought, ‘She deserves every bit of this!

Yolanda quirked a small smile, found a book, and perched by the window to read.

When she figured it was about tfor Charles to show up, she moved over and sat down on the edge of the

bed.

She'd barely been there ten minutes when Charles pushed the door open, with May trailing right behind him.

Seeing Renee asleep, May let out a long sigh of relief. “She’s finally behaving herself now. She was out of control

all morning-crying and screaming nonstop.”

Charles walked over and gave Yolanda a gentle hug. “Thank you for everything. You've worked hard today.”

Yolanda stood up, looking sweet as ever. “Really, it's no trouble. | was just doing what I'm supposed to.”

Charles’s gaze shimmered for a moment, and he reached out to softly ruffle her hair.

Just then, Renee suddenly snapped. Out of nowhere, she snatched up the vase from the nightstand and hurled it

straight at them.

Yolanda instinctively threw herself in front of Charles- the vase smashed into her forehead with a sickening thud,

opening a nasty gash as blood instantly streamed down her face.

Renee's eyes blazed red, wild and feral like a monster. “If you don’t love me, then you can all just die! Every

single one of you deserves to die!” she screamed.

She sprang off the bed, stormed over to the window, and flung herself out without hesitation.

It was just a two-story house-she wasn’t gonna die from the jump, but her leg broke with a nasty snap.

The whole Sinclair place turned into a madhouse. People were yelling, running around, and someone was already

dialing the doctor.

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The family doctor showed up in like ten minutes, barely out of his car before May practically shoved him straight

at Renee's busted leg.

The doctor's attention went straight to Yolanda’s forehead-there was no missing the obvious streak of blood.

May snapped, “Don’t just stand there-check Renee's leg!”

Yolanda kept her hand pressed to her forehead as blood slowly oozed between her fingers. Face pale, she

managed a nod. “Please, help Renee first.”

Charles’s brow furrowed as he pulled Yolanda into his arms. “I'm taking you to the hospital.”

“But... what about Renee?” Yolanda said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Seriously? At a tlike this, you're still worrying about her?” Charles shot back, his tone firm.

Yolanda didn’t say another word, letting Charles all but bundle her into the car.

As they were getting ready to leave, May hurried out after them. “Dinner’s on the table-aren’t you staying to

eat?”

“I'm taking Yolanda to the hospital,” Charles said firmly.

“Go to the hospital? For what? It’s just a tiny cut-it'll stop bleeding in a minute. You're making such a fuss! You

haven't even spoken to Renee yet-and once she starts flipping out again, how am | supposed to handle her on

my own?” May complained, her tone sharp and impatient.

Charles picked up a tissue and carefully dabbed the blood from Yolanda’s fingers, his gaze steady and serious.

“Then let's send her to a rehab center. She'll have professionals to take care of her there.”

May stared in shock, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. “Sending Renee off to a recovery center-

are you really just going to let everyone know she’s lost her mind?”

“Charles, she’s your sister!” May snapped, her voice sharp with anger.

“Mom, Yolanda is my wife. | can’t keep letting her get hurt every single tshe comes over,” Charles said, his

tone firm and protective.

“Isn't that what she’s here for? It’s just a little wound! The Sinclair family has done so much for her already!”

May shot back, her voice sharp and dismissive.

Charles’s gaze went cold and sharp as he stared at May.

May pressed her lips together, voice unwavering. “I'm not sending Renee to a recovery center.”