Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak

Chapter 93

After Yasmin's initial surprise, she regained her composure.

So, that was what Erik meant when he offered to help her with the divorce.

It would convince Blake that she was an unruly woman who seduced his friend behind his back. Then Blake wouldn't want her anymore.

The moment had finally come.

Yasmin felt a pang in her heart, but she had to go along with it. It was her final test.

She smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ford, I'm not like you. I need some support after the divorce. As you know, my family's business is now under Victor's management. We're facing challenges, and we need some help. Otherwise, people won't be willing to do business with us."

At these words, Blake's eyes fixed on her with piercing intensity.

Yasmin's heart pounded in her chest. She was scared. Nonetheless, she continued, "And there's my dream. If you're not going to help me achieve it, I'm going to have to find someone who will."

"So all those displays of love you showed me after we got married were fake?" he asked.

Yasmin nodded while maintaining her smile. "Mr. Ford, we're both adults. You understand that I needed support, and I had to treat you well for that, right? If I didn't, how could a fallen socialite like me lead a good life?"

"Did Mr. Stuart put you up to all this?"

Yasmin shook her head. "It had nothing to do with my dad, Mr. Ford. It's my hunger for vanity. I wanted to live the high society life."

Blake stared at her. His expressionless face had a sinister vibe to it.

Yasmin felt both fear and anticipation.

Finally, she spoke. "Your true love has returned, and you should be with her. She comes from a good background and can give you the family you want. I'm sure the Ford family will be happy with her.

"As for me..." she trailed off. "I can't win you over anyway, so that's it. I don't want to waste any more time on you."

With that, she lifted her feet and went upstairs.

That was probably her last time with him.

She had a heavy heart the whole time. Even when she reached her room, the pent-up frustration was still there.

She stood at the floor-to-ceiling window and watched Blake hobble out of the car on crutches. Every step seemed to be a challenge.

Yasmin furrowed her brow, wondering if she should go down to help him. Just then, Malcolm reached out and helped him into the villa.

Yasmin could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Her phone rang.

"We're getting a divorce tomorrow."

Yasmin was stunned. A sharp pain shot through her chest, and she instinctively crouched down.

She thought of replying but felt she had nothing to say. In the end, she responded with a simple "Okay."

Her wish was finally granted. There was no reason for her to be sad.

Moving forward, she vowed to be more composed.

When Blake received her message in the master bedroom, he smashed his phone.

...

It was dawn.

The first light of day gradually spread over the horizon.

Yasmin sat on the windowsill and looked out.

The day had finally arrived. Two years of marriage were about to end.

She walked over to the mirror and sat in front of it. The reflection showed a woman who hadn't slept all night. There were dark circles under her eyes.

Yasmin opened her makeup case. It was filled with neatly arranged cosmetics.

She pulled out an essential oil, put two drops on her powder compact, and then lightly applied it to her face. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

While her marriage had started casually, she wanted to take her divorce more seriously. Somehow, it was a significant event in her life, and she didn't want it to end on a sloppy note.

She did her makeup elegantly.

She put on a dazzling dress she had designed and styled her long, curly hair so that it fell gracefully over her shoulders. The woman in the mirror glowed with beauty.

Yasmin slipped on her shoes and sent a message to Annalise.

"Anna, I'm divorcing Blake today."

After sending the message, she put away her phone and stood at the entrance to Blake's room.