Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Yasmin felt a little bitter. She grabbed some dark clothes from the wardrobe and returned to the room. There, she heard Blake talking to someone on the phone."Don't be scared. Have Alicia keep an eye on you. I'll be right there." His voice was a brand of tenderness that Yasmin had never heard before.She stopped short. Suddenly, the sweetness she'd felt earlier dissipated. She asked tentatively, "Who was that, Mr. B?"He glanced at her, his tall stature domineering. He said coldly, "No one.""Was it a woman?""It's none of your business." He grabbed the clothes from her and put them on. Usually, he would have her put them on for him.Would every man start to be repelled by their wives once they fell in love with someone else?Yasmin's stomach started convulsing. It looked like she had a stomach problem. She felt horrible.Blake got dressed and turned to leave. Yasmin was on high alert—a woman's sixth sense was powerful. She ran to the door and said, "I'm feeling a little sick, Mr. B.

"Yaz, did you know about your precious Mr. B cheating on you?" The phone call was from Yasmin's best friend, Eunice Salle. "I saw it all over the news first thing in the morning! He's gotten together with a pianist named Giselle O'Shea, and it looks like she's even pregnant."The paparazzi caught them at the hospital together. Hurry and go check it out!"Yasmin's heart constricted. She checked the news. There were tweets everywhere on Twitter talking about the photos of Blake accompanying Giselle to the hospital last night.Blake was the CEO of Windmere Group and had countless assets under his name. He was the most eligible bachelor in the city. This was why his private life had always been under intense scrutiny.Now that he'd gotten caught accompanying a woman to the hospital, it immediately became a trending topic. The netizens had even managed to dig out Giselle's personal information.She was a renowned pianist in Merania. She and Blake were childhood sweethearts. They had a

Yasmin was dead at heart, and her eyes were dull. "I'm not throwing a tantrum, Blake. I'm being serious. I've been stuck in a loveless marriage for two years, and I've had enough."Over more than 700 days, she'd gone from hopeful to despondent. She was tired of living like this."Have you forgotten that your father was the one who sent you to my bed?" Blake's eyes darkened. "He went to such lengths to force me to marry you, yet you're now demanding a divorce. Do you even hear yourself?"Go ahead and throw whatever tantrum you want, but don't take things too far. Men hate it when women are too fussy, you know."Indeed, Yasmin's father, Stuart Starr, had sent her to Blake's bed. At the time, something had gone wrong with Stuart's company. He foresaw himself ending up behind bars and had been afraid of his enemies going after Yasmin.So, he'd orchestrated for Yasmin to end up in bed with Blake. Then, he'd informed the paparazzi and the Ford family about this, forcing Blake to marry Y

Yasmin felt that Giselle was only saying these things to Blake, so she didn't respond. Sure enough, Blake said comfortingly, "It's been hard on you over the years.""It was nothing." Giselle smiled and turned the turntable, bringing the salad bowl to a stop before her. She put some of it on Blake's plate. "You can't keep skipping your greens like this, Blake. There's a vinaigrette on it. I'm sure it tastes great. Here, try some."Blake glanced at Yasmin. She was eating her breakfast calmly. She didn't seem to be bothered by their interactions."Okay." Blake ate some salad.A trace of mockery flitted past Yasmin's eyes. She distinctly remembered him being germaphobic. In the past, to make him eat his greens, she would get up early to make him vegetable rolls. She would say with a bright smile, "Have some vegetable rolls before you leave, Mr. B."I got up early to make these for you, you know! There are vegetables inside, but there's also salmon. It tastes really good. You have to have a

In truth, Yasmin had always been a bit of a rebel. She'd only acted obediently because of her love for Blake.Now, however, she wanted to be herself.Blake sneered. "You'll have to find a place to stay before you do that. I'd like to see if anyone would dare rent you anything without my permission."Yasmin faltered. "Are you going to restrict my freedom?""You're not in the right condition to be going anywhere now. Stay at home." Blake's expression softened. "Wait until next week, at least. Shut that stupid studio of yours down and report to Windmere Group's secretariat. You'll be my personal secretary."It was Yasmin's turn to sneer. "You know very well I'm a design student, yet you want me to be a secretary?"He knew she'd always dreamed of being a designer. Yes, it was her fault for setting up the studio without discussing it with him beforehand. But it was only because she could never reach him.Eunice had told her that they only had to fork out two million dollars each for