Benson
Benson 12

Chapter 12 Transformation

Yvonne sat in a dimly lit room, a book in her hand that she hadn’t turned a page of in a long time.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated on the table, Benson’s name flashing on the screen, breaking the quiet of the night

She hesitated for a moment but eventually answered the call.

On the other end, Benson’s voice came through, cold and lacking warmth. “Sorry, I got held up!

There was no hint of apology in his tone, as if he was merely stating an insignificant fact.

A surge of anger rose within Yvonne. She felt utterly ignored and belittled.

She knew Benson neither liked nor cared about her, but she hadn’t expected him to be unwilling to show even the most basic respect. She imagined herself standing at the courthouse, waiting alone all afternoon, while Benson didn’t even offer an explanation. Yvonne wanted to lash out, to question why Benson treated her this way, but as the words reached her lips, she suddenly felt it was all She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice calm. “Can you make it tomorrow morning?”

Benson’s response remained indifferent. “I’m out of town. Let’s do it Monday.”

His words carried an air of nonchalance, as if Yvonne’s time and feelings were unimportant to him.

Filled with disappointment and anger, Yvonne retorted, “I can’t do Monday!”

She hung up abruptly, not giving Benson a chance to respond. She knew that such conversations were meaningless now.

The next day, Yvonne went to work as usual. In the office, she overheard her colleagues talking about Benson and Mary.

It turned out that Benson’s so–called “held up” was indeed because of Mary!

pointless.

Mary, a spokesperson for a famous sportswear brand, was supposed to attend an important promotional photo shoot. However, she didn’t show up at the shoot, causing the brand and staff much anxiety

It wasn’t until Mary’s assistant posted a photo on her Facebook that everyone realized she was in Hawail

In the photo, Mary was at a hotel on the Big Island of Hawali, with a backdrop of blue sea and golden sand. She stood in front of a floor–to–ceiling window, posing elegantly and mysteriously as if reaching out

Although Mary was the only one in the picture, sharp–eyed colleagues noticed a hand wearing a ring at the other end of her extended hand.

Friday afternoon, sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled patterns on the estate’s stone path. Yvonne’s mood was as chaotic as the scattered light.

She drove there, understanding Victoria’s good intentions to give her and Benson more opportunities to spend time together, Victoria had arranged a singles party for Saturday.

However, Yvonne’s heart resisted. She preferred a quiet life over noisy parties.

“Mom, you know I don’t like these parties. I like peace and quier, Yvonne said with a hint of helplessness.

“My dear, I’ve already arranged everything and invited many people,” Victoria’s tone was firm and non–negotiable

Yvonne knew Victoria’s arrangement was for her and Benson, hoping they’d have more time together.

She took a deep breath and tried to speak calmly. “In that case, consider it a welcome party for Benson’s official return to the Taylor Group.”

A flicker of disappointment crossed Victoria’s eyes as she softly said, “That ferk doesn’t deserve it. I truly don’t want you two to divorce, my dear Yvonne.

At that moment, Benson came down from upstairs and saw Yvonne.

Her makeup was subtle yet elegant, with lightly blended eyeshadow and a soft rose lip color, perfectly highlighting her temperament. She wore a well- fitted long dress that showcased her figure while remaining dignifled. The dress was a deep blur.

But as Berison’s eyes met Yvonne’s, he suddenly recalled the scene from the last party where Yvonne and Marcus exchanged contact information. Marcus had asked, “Miss Yvonne, may I have a chance to pursue you?”

Sering Yvonne’s awkward hesitation, Marcus decided to be more direct. Smiling, he said, “Miss Yvonne, I know this might be sudden, but I’d really like to keep in touch with you. Could you give me your contact information?”

Yvonne hesitated for a moment before nodding and handing Marcus a business card from her purse.

In that moment, Benson finally realized Yvonne was serious about the divorce and wasn’t playing any games.

A feeling of discomfort stirred in Benson’s heart, prompting him to leave Yvonne waiting at the courthouse that afternoon on purpose,

He had thought he’d feel relieved, but the reality was the opposite.

He looked at Yvonne, a mix of emotions swirling within hins.

It was as if an invisible wall separated them, making ber seem both familiar and strange

During his days away, Benson’s mind was like a lake rippled by the wind, filled with waves of thought.

In this unfamiliar setting, he had plenty of time to reflect and examine his feelings.

Benson’s thoughts played out like a movie, replaying scenes from his marriage with Yvonne,

He remembered her comforting him during stressful times at work and her deftly defusing awkward moments at family gatherings, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

Yvonne’s kindness, care, and selfless devotion were like the warm sun of spring, bringing warmth to his life.

However, Benson began to notice a change in Yvonne’s attitude.

She no longer obeyed him unquestioningly or made him the center of her life.

This change unsettled Benson. He wondered if this discomfort was just because he wasn’t used to Yvonne’s shift in attitude and the possessiveness that came with her role as his wife.

He couldn’t choose Yvonne over Mary just because of a slight change in attitude.

“Mom, as siblings, things won’t be as awloward between us,” Benson broke the silence, his voice light, trying to ease the tension between them. Yvonne looked at Benson, her eyes searching f

for something

Benson walked over to a single sofa and sat down, his posture relaxed but his tone firm. “I believe Yvonne will replace someone more suitable than me, Marcus from Waxing Technology. He seems to like Yvonne a lot”

Victoria frowned slightly. “Marcus? The young master of Wuxing Technology? That boy is quite stable, with good family background and character. He could be a good match for my dear Yvonne.”

She turned her head, her gaze softening as it landed on Yvonne’s face. “My dear, do you like Marcus?