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Chapter 163 Heartbroken

The walls of the police station were cold and silent, as if they could absorb all

the emotions inside

Yvonne sat alone in a square room filled with a suffocating atmosphere. The pale yellow walls looked particularly bleak under the dim light.

The room had only one door and a small window, providing a thin connection to the outside world.

Her eyes, in this confined space, appeared especially ep. On the surface, they seemed calm, but deep down, they were a whirpool of emotions, almost suffocating.

Her feelings were complex and indescribable. When the female officer led her out her body and mind were under immense pressure.

As she was brought into this room, all her senses felt heavily wrapped.

It was as if she was trapped in an invisible net, unable to escape.

The female officer standing at the door looked calm and professional, occasionally glancing at her without a hint of sympathy.

Those seemingly ordinary moments of waiting were actually eroding her patience and emotions.

When Benson walked into the room, Yvonne’s mood didn’t immediately improve. She noticed his heavy and urgent steps.

His fingers gripped hers tightly, seeking some psychological support.

Yvonne lowered her eyes, looking at Benson’s long, beautiful fingers. She felt a subtle warmth, but more so a sense of helplessness.

She gently withdrew her hand and said softly, “It’s okay.”

Though the words were brief and direct, her voice carried an unprecedented coldness, as if she had locked away all her emotions.

She walked ahead to the car, the door closing behind her, making the air inside feel stifling.

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Sitting by the window, her face was gently touched by the outside light. The weak sunlight streaming through the window cast soft halos on her shoulder.

Her gaze was distant, as if contemplating something profound, as if her world had completely drifted away.

Outside, Mary’s crying continued, incoherent and sobbing.

Hearing these sounds, Yvonne turned her gaze away, her heart calm as still

water.

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Her thoughts were interrupted by the noise, but her soul seemed even more tranquil.

From the driver’s seat, Matthew turned his head his eyes carrying a hint of counsel.

His voice was almost gentle but carried an undeniable seriousness. “Yvonne… my brother is a deeply emotional man. If not for… he might not have survived. He finally understands his heart and chose you.”

Yvonne’s smile seemed to respond to his words, “Is that so?”

But inside, she felt no joy.

Her smile hid complex emotions, and a trace of fatigue and confusion flashed in her eyes.

Although Matthew’s words were filled with goodwill and hope, they couldn’t truly touch the depths of her feelings.

The air inside the car felt solidified, making all sounds seem distant.

She sighed silently, as everything before her seemed increasingly blurry in her mind, only the deep–seated emotions and memories remaining clear.

She tried to understand Matthew’s words but found her heart couldn’t resonate

with them. Her smile gradually faded, leaving only a faint worry on her face.

Benson’s patience and attempts to please her over time had stirred endless thoughts in Yvonne’s heart.

She always pondered how much of it was genuine care. She once firmly believed that his prayers in St. George were out of love for her and a

commitment to their future.

However, looking back now, those sweet words and warm moments seemed more like a facade.

The sweet promises made during their wedding now echoed in her ears, but they had become increasingly grating.

The once–promised beautiful future now seemed like a joke.

Her heart was filled with bitterness, thinking that if he had been honest sooner, perhaps their ending would have been different.

She couldn’t help but wonder, if he hadn’t hidden the truth from the start, would their future have been less complicated?

The car door suddenly opened, and a cold wind rushed in like a sharp blade. Benson followed closely behind.

His figure cast a shadow inside the car, his ueep gaze hiding countless untold secrets, making him hard to read.

Yvonne turned to face Benson, taking a deep breath to calm her turbulent emotions.

“Benson… I’ll give you a chance. Ask me, why did I insist on marrying you back then?”

Benson’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze drifting across her face, struggling to replace the right words.

His heart seemed entangled in a mess, but he finally spoke with difficulty,” Yvonne, I’m sorry.”

This brief apology, though subtle, weighed heavily like a stone on her heart. Yvonne felt a surge of bitterness, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Benson, ask me, why did I insist on marrying you back then!” Her voice rose, filled with despair and pleading.

Her eyes locked onto Benson’s face, hoping to replace some answers, even a comforting explanation, in his gaze.

Benson’s face showed a flash of struggling pain, his eyes filled with helplessness and regret.

But under Yvonne’s desperate gaze, he ultimately chose silence.

His guilt was like a vast ocean, unfathomable and impossible to fill.

His silence was a sharp blade, piercing deep into Yvonne’s heart, causing an unprecedented pain.

Tears quietly fell from her eyes, and she wiped her face with the back of her hand

Her heart felt torn apart, the man she once loved deeply now seeming distant and unfamiliar.

Her heart was filled with confusion about the future, helplessness about the past, and deep disappointment in Benson.

All the expectations and fantasies she once ha or him now seemed so powerless in the face of reality.

Even Mary was searching for those past truths, making it clear that everything had changed.

Mary’s pursuit added to her confusion, and as Benson’s wife, she still didn’t understand why she targeted Mary so much.

That hidden hatred seemed to have become an unsolvable mystery in her

heart

Yvonne began to doubt if she ever really liked Benson.

But love seemed like a distant dream.

She felt ridiculous, thinking of the moment she brought him food before Thanksgiving.

She once thought that their kiss in the office meant they could continue happily together.

She had liked him so much, even praying before Jesus, just wishing to spend

her life with him.

Her heart was full of hope for the future, thinking she had finally waited for his return glance, feeling happiness welling up inside.

She imagined having a lovely daughter in the future, like little Emma, sharing

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joyous and crazy times together.

However, all this joy and madness now seemed absurd.

Her fantasies were shattered by reality, leaving only disappointment and helplessness.

She no longer asked questions, no longer expected him to.

She turned her head, looking at the scenery outside the window, silent for a while, then finally said, “The person you’re looking for isn’t Olivia.”

The air inside the car fell into silence.

Yvonne smiled bitterly, understanding that someone as resolute as him would not easily believe her words.

She had overestimated her place in his heart.