Fated love: the unwanted bride

No matter how Jasmine Yale shouted herself hoarse, Sylvan Cheney’s actions did not stop.

His large hands roamed over her snow-white skin, his movements rampant.

"Jasmine Yale, do you not know your own abilities? Leave the financial circle, leave Will Caddel, and I promise I won’t come looking for you again."

"Sylvan Cheney, I don’t believe a word you say. You don’t even keep the promises you make when you’re sober, let alone when you’re drunk. Only a fool would be deceived by you... No, I am a fool," Jasmine’s voice suddenly lowered, filled with sadness and longing, "How many times have you lied to me... I don’t even know... Why am I so foolish, being deceived by you over and over again and still believing you... Now it’s great, I have finally stopped believing you. I won’t believe a word you say."

The cocktail dress fell to the ground.

Her body felt very cold.

Her heart seemed even colder.

Sylvan Cheney’s touch on her made her feel utterly sick.

Just thinking about how he was already married to Erin Janus, how they had shared a bed and even had a child; he was touching her with the hands that had touched Erin, making her nauseous.

"Sylvan Cheney, don’t touch me, can you not touch me? Do you know how much this disgusts me? Erin Janus is pregnant, right?"

"Jasmine Yale, if you insist on mingling in this circle, do you think you will remain innocent? You will become just as filthy! Last time in the bathroom, if I hadn’t shown up, who knows what would have happened with that man!"

"Sylvan Cheney, does it matter to you what I become? Isn’t it your greatest wish for me to live miserably? If you ever wished me well, you wouldn’t have left me when I was in the depths of despair! Sylvan Cheney, I hate you, I hate you, get lost, go away!" Jasmine was on the verge of exploding, just a trigger away from igniting.

He never appeared when she needed him most.

He never appeared.

On her twentieth birthday, she gave her first time to him, and the next day, disoriented, he flew to the US.

When she first discovered she was pregnant with the Little Rascal, she hid away, without him by her side.

At seven months pregnant, when the Fern Sisters framed her, causing her to lie on the operating table, and she was helpless, he wasn’t there.

In Cakago, she spent his birthday waiting all night, but he never came back.

When she had a high fever and fainted in her bathroom at home, it was Yukon Carbon who carried her to the hospital.

When she was in the delivery room giving birth to Little Clementine, he was at a new project launch for the James Group in Old York.

Since she turned twenty, they hadn’t spent New Year together in seven whole years.

Perhaps, the times in her life when she needed him the most are already in the past, so in the future, she will walk slowly on her own.

She doesn’t know how many more storms she’ll have to weather with him, but she doesn’t want to continue. She wants to hide under the eaves, even if it means being a frog at the bottom of a well; she doesn’t want to be with him anymore.

She was crushed by the last straw.

The endless exhaustion felt just like the pain at this moment, spread across her entire body, with no end.

"Jasmine Yale, you’re too depraved!"

His kisses began to fall on her neck.

The phone and key card in Jasmine Yale’s hand slipped to the floor, and in her struggle, she didn’t know where her high heels had been kicked to.

Standing barefoot on the carpet, there was little sensation.

Her heart was an endless sea of pain, relentless, like the prick of needles.

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