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Chapter_115
Winona’s eyes were red as she glanced at Yvette, her fear palpable. Anyone who didn’t know her better might have thought Yvette had done something to her. “Yvie, I didn’t mean anything by it,” she stammered, her voice laced with panic. “I need to prepare for Mr. Griffin’s arrival tomorrow, so I’ll leave first.”
Her words were hasty, almost pleading. She was determined to get away—away from Yvette, away from the embarrassment.
After speaking, Winona shot one last, affectionate look at Jeremiah, her eyes full of pity and longing. She limped off, clearly trying to maintain some shred of dignity, but deep down, she was already plotting her next move. She would find a way to annoy Yvette, to make her suffer, even if she couldn’t destroy their relationship just yet.
As Winona walked away, she overheard Jeremiah’s calm voice addressing Yvette. “Let’s go. I’ve ordered your favorite steak and milkshake. It’ll be ready when we get there.”
Winona froze mid-step. The words stung, and she couldn’t resist turning around. She watched as Yvette, unbothered, walked off with Jeremiah and Andrew, who seemed as indifferent as always.
Unable to hold it in any longer, Winona sat down on a nearby bench and burst into tears, her sobs raw and full of frustration. The humiliation she’d suffered today was too much. She swore to herself that she would make Yvette pay for this—double. And Bonnie, too. No one would get away with treating her like this.
Winona sat there for a while, her mind racing, before pulling out her phone. She dialed Victor’s number. At this point, he was the only person she could count on.
Meanwhile, Victor was in a luxurious hotel room, wrapped in the arms of a young model. He had been growing restless lately, and when Winona had become distant, he had sought comfort elsewhere. For Victor, love and sex were separate entities, and his love for Winona didn’t stop him from being with other women. It was nothing personal—it was just how he operated.
“Hey, Winona, what’s up?” he answered, his voice distracted.
The model’s hands slid around his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. A mixture of guilt and excitement filled him, and he covered the phone with his hand to whisper to her, “Be good, okay?”
Victor’s attempt at multitasking wasn’t exactly smooth, and Winona’s silence on the other end only gave him more time to indulge in the moment. She had no idea what she was walking into by calling him.
He sat up, noticing how quiet it was on her end. “What’s wrong, Winona? Say something. Did something happen? I’m really worried when you don’t speak.”
Finally, Winona let out a soft sob. Her tears slowly grew louder, and it was then that Victor realized something was seriously wrong. Winona didn’t cry like this—especially not over the phone.
Her distress shattered any thoughts of flirting or indulgence. Winona wasn’t just another woman to him—she was his childhood sweetheart, the one he intended to marry someday.
“Winona, please don’t cry,” he said urgently. “Where are you? I’ll be there right away.”
Winona, a small, satisfied smile curling on her lips despite her tears, finally spoke up. “I’m at school, Victor. You don’t need to come over, I’m fine, really.”
But Victor wasn’t buying it. The more Winona insisted, the more he found her behavior strange. Something wasn’t right.
“Stay put,” he commanded. “I’ll be there. Don’t go anywhere.”
He hung up, grabbed his car keys, and rushed out. The young model in the hotel room, clearly unhappy with Victor’s sudden departure, tried to stop him. “Victor, it’s so late. Can’t you just stay?”
Victor, not willing to get into a prolonged argument, gently coaxed her to calm down before leaving without a second glance. The model stood there fuming, left alone in the hotel room.
As she fumed, she thought to herself, Victor’s fiancée must be tough to deal with.
Meanwhile, Jeremiah had reserved a VIP room at the steakhouse as usual. But this time, he went the extra mile. He had already ordered everything Yvette liked, even having the staff get milkshakes from the café next door. By the time they arrived, everything was ready and waiting.
During dinner, Bonnie, unable to ignore the tension, kept glancing at Jeremiah and then at Yvette, who was lost in her meal. Finally, unable to contain herself, she asked, “Jeremiah, is Winona trying to flirt with you?”
Andrew, who had just taken a bite of his steak, nearly choked. He grabbed his glass and gulped down water, clearly trying to hide his reaction. He kicked Bonnie under the table, a silent warning to stop.
Bonnie, oblivious to the tension, raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you kick me? I just accidentally stepped on your foot. Are you holding a grudge?”
Jeremiah paused with his fork mid-air, glancing at Andrew, who was still making faces at Bonnie. He then casually put some salad onto Yvette’s plate, though his attention was clearly elsewhere. Seeing Yvette engrossed in her meal, he felt a twinge of disappointment.
Shifting in his seat, Jeremiah’s voice was light, but his gaze never wavered from Yvette. “I’ve given my heart to someone,” he said, his tone almost lazy, but firm.
In an instant, both Bonnie and Andrew turned their eyes toward Yvette, their gazes intense and full of curiosity. Three sets of eyes, one searching, two gossiping, made it impossible for Yvette to ignore them.
She slowly lifted her head, took a slow sip of her milkshake, and didn’t say a word.
Bonnie, unable to resist, began to ask again, “Jeremiah, is the person—”
Yvette cut her off, her voice smooth and cold. “Bonnie, have some food.”
Bonnie blinked, momentarily thrown off guard. She could tell Yvette wasn’t angry, but she wasn’t interested in the topic either. The conversation was over before it really began. Bonnie had tried to help Jeremiah, but in the end, she had only made things awkward.
The meal continued in relative silence, with Jeremiah serving Yvette and Yvette eating, while Andrew and Bonnie bickered as usual. The tension in the air was thick, but neither Yvette nor Jeremiah seemed particularly bothered by it.
Back at school, Victor’s limited-edition luxury car pulled up by the roadside. He spotted Winona sitting on a bench, looking small and vulnerable. He quickly got out of the car and rushed over to her.
“Winona, what’s wrong? What happened? Did someone bully you?” he asked, his voice full of concern.
Winona, overwhelmed by the blow from Jeremiah and the contempt from Andrew and the others, could no longer hold back. She rushed into his arms, clutching him tightly, only to catch the scent of floral perfume lingering on his shirt.
Her expression shifted in an instant. She hadn’t seen Victor in three days, and that scent didn’t belong to her. It could only mean one thing—he had been with another woman.
Winona swallowed her disgust but knew she couldn’t afford to let it show. She needed Victor. He was the only one who could help her now. So, she pretended not to notice the scent and buried her feelings deep down.
“Victor, I’m so upset,” she said, her voice breaking. “Yvie… Yvie…”
As soon as Victor heard Yvette’s name, his anger flared up before he even knew the full story. “It’s her again,” he muttered under his breath. “Why can’t she just leave you alone?”
And so, Victor’s fury, fueled by jealousy and possessiveness, took hold.
