Benson
Benson 20

Chapter 20 Dignity Forsaken

Yvonne’s fingers mechanically swiped across the phone screen, repeatedly dialing the number as if doing so could change something.

However, each time she pressed the call button, she was met only with the cold, unyielding busy signal, reminding her at her futile efforts. The busy signal felt like an invisible hammer, pounding heavily on Yvonne’s heart,

With each unanswered call, her mood grew heavier, and her breathing became labored, as if something was pressing tightly on her chest. Yvonne felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness. She began to doubt whether she could reach Benson and whether she could resolve her current predicament..

Her fingers moved on the screen, but her heart sank, feeling trapped in an inescapable loop.

Her eyes reflected deep fatigue and disappointment, her gaze weighed down by Invisible burdens.

Since their marriage, she had tried hard to adapt and understand Benson, but now she truly grasped how difficult he could be.

She exhaled deeply, trying to calm herself. Yvonne knew she couldn’t let her emotions control her; she needed to stay calm and handle the situation at hand

Turning to the housekeeper, Yvonne’s voice carried a trace of resignation and plea, her eyes showing deep concern for her mother.

She knew she couldn’t personally take care of her mother at the moment and had to entrust this responsibility to someone she trusted.

“Please take good care of my mother,” Yvonne salt. Her voice was calm, but the weight of her emotions was heavy, filled with worry and trust in the housekeeper.

The housekeeper nodded, showing understanding and support.

Yvonne stood up, straightening her clothes, a glimmer of determination in her eyes. She knew what awaited her, and she was resolute in replaceing Benson. As the car slowly entered Benson’s villa courtyard, Yvonnie’s heart raced.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then opened the car door and walked towards the villa’s entrance with determined steps

Ringing the doorbell, a surge of complex emotions welled up inside her. She didn’t know what to expect but knew this was something she had to face. The door opened, and Yvonne stepped into the spacious living room, immediately spotting Benson lounging on the sofa. His face was stern, showing no surprise, as if he had anticipated her arrival

He sat quietly, not getting up to greet her, showing no emotion, just waiting

Yvonne’s gaze fell on Benson’s phone on his left side, the very phone she had called countless times without an answer. Anger, confusion, and disappointment surged within her. She couldn’t help but ask, “Why didn’t you answer my calls? Benson glanced at her, replying, “Why didn’t you respond to my messages?”

Yvonne didn’t answer, internally lamenting Benson’s vindictiveness. She knew now wasn’t the time for arguments; she needed solutions. Swallowing her pride, Yvonne asked directly, “What will it take for you to give me the brooch?”

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Hearing this, Benson’s face lit up with a pleased expression. He leaned back, hands behind his head, and said, “Dealing with smart people is always easier.

He seemed to relish being understood.

Yvonne, feeling vulnerable, knew she had to appease Benson to get the brooch. She met his gaze and softly asked, “How should I appease you?

A smile played at the corners of Benson’s mouth as he seemed to enjoy the game, waiting for Yvonne’s next move.

“What do you think?” Benson’s eyes were sharp and deep, scrutinizing Yvonne.

Feeling an invisible pressure, Yvonne knew this was the expected outcome, yet facing it brought an unprecedented sense of shame and helplessness.

She tossed her jacket aside, approaching Benson, trying to show her determination and courage

Bur Benson’s face remained expressionless, his frown signaling his dissatisfaction. This silent protest cut deeper than any words.

any moment.

Yvonne felt her dignity being eroded. She couldn’t fully relinquish her pride to appease Benson. Tears welled up in her eyes, ready to fall at any i

She felt her resolve crumbling, unsure how much longer she could endure.

As time passed in silence, Yvonne felt her strength waning. Just as she was about to give up, Benson unexpectedly moved closer.

His sudden approach left Yvonne momentarily stunned. Ils body pressed against hers, she could feel his warmth and breath.

Benson’s fingers brushed lightly over her clieek, his tone teasing, “Why the tears, princess?”

Yvonne looked up at him, eyes filled with disbelief. She sensed the malicious mockery in his eyes, making her heart even heavier.

“If you want the brooch, don’t cry,” Benson sald coldly, reminding her of the transactional and fragile nature of their relationship.

Yvonne struggled to control her emotions. Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady herself. “Will this make you happy?” she asked, her voice tinged with

resignation and plea.

She knew her words were disheartening, but she needed clarity from Benson. She needed to confirm his stance, given his past unreliability. They had agreed on a divorce, but he had refused, making her trust in him plummet.

Yvonne’s heart was torn with conflict. She wanted the brooch but didn’t want to lose her dignity. She knew this game

risk, but she had no retreat. She had to replace a way within Benson’s rules, even if it meant making sacrifices,

Yvonne once admired Benson greatly, replaceing everything about him perfect and captivating

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uncertainty and.

However, as time passed, she gradually saw his true nature. She realized Benson wasn’t as reliable as she thought; he could be deceitful.

This realization brought Yvonne disappointment and heartache, prompting her to reassess their relationship

Now, Yvonne understood the importance of clarity in any relationship. She didn’t want to be fooled by Benson’s facade any longer. She needed honesty and openness.

Thus, she decided to have an honest conversation with Benson, to show him she was no longer the easily deceived Yvonne.

Benson’s hand pressed against Yvonne’s neck; he could feel her pulse. This woman, after all she had been through, remained so clear–headed and composed.