Benson
Benson 166

Chapter 166 Broken Promises

Benson felt a pleasure in his body that he couldn’t control, but inside, it was as if a knife had been driven into his heart, causing immense pain.

He had buckled his belt, but his shirt was still open and disheveled.

The rolled–up sleeves and the unbuttoned collar showed just how intensel things had been.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at the dejected Yvonne on the bed, his voice hoarse: “Tell me what you want to do with Mary, and I’ll handle it.”

His eyes were a mix of exhaustion and despair, as if the pain he had buried deep inside had finally erupted.

Yvonne lay on the bed, half–covered by the messy sheets.

Her shoes were still on, and her pants were bunched around her ankles, making her look particularly disheveled.

Her eyes were vacant, staring at a corner of the ceiling as if looking at an

unreachable world.

Her breathing was light yet heavy, her whole demeanor revealing deep despair and helplessness.

She had thought that three years of marriage had already made her as

miserable as she could be, but now she truly understood what an abyss was.

Every inch of her skin felt as if it were being crushed under an invisible weight, the pain in her heart indescribable.

She felt an oppressive force that made it hard to breathe, every cell in her body. experiencing endless torment.

Her silence only made Benson more agitated. He lit a cigarette, the smoke filling the air and seemingly masking the gloom of the room.

He took a deep drag, glancing at Yvonne on the bed.

His voice carried impatience and command: “Speak.”

His tone was filled with a strong sense of pressure, as if her silence was a

provocation. Deep down, his cold nature left little patience for her, a sentiment. now fully exposed.

Watching her slightly trembling fingers and pale face, he felt a mix of

frustration and helplessness.

He realized his behavior had reached an intolerable level, even trampling on her basic dignity.

Despite this, he couldn’t stop himself from continuing to push her, his internal. struggle making him more exhausted.

Yvonne didn’t speak, slowly and weakly adjusting her torn clothes.

Her fingers trembled slightly, her heart filled with endless pa… and despair.

Her silence felt like a wordless protest, but it only made Benson more restless.

He took another harsh drag of the cigarette before putting it out, his fingers trembling slightly, as if he too had been deeply shaken.

“Don’t say things like that. No matter what happens or who comes between us, we’ll stay together. I want you.”

His voice softened, carrying a hint of pleading, as if trying to salvage. something.

Yvonne’s expression remained indifferent, her eyes devoid of any reaction. She felt his fingers gently touch her face, tenderly caressing her hair, his cautious movements trying to make up for the previous harm.

Despite the gentleness, she felt no comfort. Her heart was filled with utter despair, rendering any warmth and care powerless.

“Stop being angry. I’ll bring Mary here right now, and you can deal with her however you want.”

His voice carried a note of pleading, hoping for her forgiveness and another chance. His demeanor was sincere, his eyes reflecting a glimmer of pain.

However, these efforts meant nothing to Yvonne anymore. She merely glanced at him before getting up and walking to the bathroom.

As her figure disappeared behind the door, Benson stood there, filled with endless regret and self–blame.

He knew his actions had crossed the line, but he couldn’t control his emotions.

Watching her determined back, his heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, causing unbearable pain.

Benson went downstairs, his emotions complex and hard to express. He had originally planned to leave at noon, but the commotion upstairs had disrupted. those plans.

William and Matthew exchanged glances, their expressions showing concern. and helplessness. William looked puzzled, while Matthew seemed uneasy.

“Where’s Mary?” Benson asked Matthew, his voice low and cold, with at restrained anger.

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“She’s at a small hotel near the police station,” Matthew replied. He had hired two people to watch her.

“Shall we go?” he asked cautiously, afraid of provoking Benson’s anger.

“Take care of her first, then we’ll go back to Las Vegas,” Benson said coldly, a fierce glint in his eyes.

Yvonne had changed into clean clothes, booked a flight, and called for a car.

She didn’t know where Benson was going or care. Her heart was filled with endless sorrow and disappointment.

She realized that the choices she had made in the past were the best ones. If you don’t love someone, you shouldn’t look back.

Opportunities and second chances both lead to the same unchangeable.

outcomes.

Standing outside the villa, waiting for the car, the cold wind cut through her, making her shiver.

The winter in St. George was truly bitter, In just a few minutes of waiting, her body felt frozen. Her fingers were stiff from the cold, but her mind felt clear..

The piercing cold made her realize just how foolish she had been, Foolish. enough to forget past pains for a small bit of goodness.

Her eyes roamed around the villa, memories flooding her mind. The once. sweet and warm moments now seemed so false and ironic.

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She clearly understood now that Benson didn’t love her. If he did, he would have realized long ago that the person he had been looking for was her, not someone else.

If he loved the person she once was, he wouldn’t have been so obsessed with her body while ignoring her feelings.

The car finally arrived. She got in, and the driver, noticing she was only wearing a coat, kindly warned her, “Miss, you’re not wearing enough. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

His voice was warm and caring, showing concern for he ealth. Yvonne’s clothes were dirty, and she had no intention of putting them back on.

Thinking of the torment Benson had inflicted on her to conquer her, she closed her eyes, the pain in her chest spreading deep into her body, suffocating her. She felt like she was being torn into countless pieces, with pain everywhere. “It will be okay once I get to the airport,” she said softly, her voice tinged with helplessness and fatigue.

The driver kindly turned up the heat, trying to make her more comfortable.

The warmth inside the car gradually enveloped her, but her heart remained as cold as the wind.

The journey from St. George to the airport took two hours, with the scenery outside the window changing slowly. The city’s lights flickered in the night, silently witnessing her inner turmoil.

She sat quietly in the car, her thoughts drifting between the past and the future.