Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé

In Gray City, in the most expensive villa.

Yolanda Greenwood stood in front of the mirror, her face slightly flushed. She had woken up especially early today and, most unusually, had even applied lipstick.

Thinking back to the various incidents that had occurred with her husband, Cooper Coldson, last night, she found it increasingly difficult to hide her sweetness.

After a year of marriage, they had finally consummated it.

It seemed she had finally warmed his heart.

Yolanda felt secretly delighted as she took out three dresses from the wardrobe and compared them in front of the mirror, wanting to show Cooper the most beautiful version of herself after he woke up.

One was a baby blue dress she had bought during her school days; it seemed a bit too immature now.

Another was a white skirt, which had turned yellow at the collar after being bought long ago.

There was also a black work dress, more formal, which she had bought when she graduated and was job hunting.

After hesitating, she eventually chose the baby blue one.

Looking at the somewhat childish sailor collar in the mirror, she was unsure again, but just then, there were noises from the bedroom; Cooper must have woken up.

Yolanda's heart leapt. Without time to change, she immediately entered the bedroom, shyly and timidly saying, "Cooper, you're awake!"

Cooper turned his head at the sound, noticed the shyness between her brows, and finally realized what had happened last night.

He was uncontrollably angry, his face extremely dark, "Yolanda, how dare you?"

"Cooper..." Yolanda was confused as her husband seemed entirely different from last night.

His cold voice rose again, "Who gave you the courage? You've strategically trapped me time and time again?"

"No, I didn't..." Yolanda couldn't understand his words; she didn't know what had gone wrong.

Last night, he had released within her time and time again like a beast that couldn't be satiated, wildly taking from her, but now...what exactly went wrong?

Cooper got out of bed with big strides, using only a thin blanket to cover his lower body, and approached Yolanda, towering over her.

His gaze lingered on her clothing, clearly filled with disdain, then he turned and left straight for the bathroom.

Yolanda stared blankly at the ceiling, realizing everything was false—the indulgence, the entanglement from last night, all were fake.

Her husband, whom she deeply loved for seven years and had been married to for only one, scorned her without a shred of love. That was the reality.

She should have seen it clearly earlier!

Yolanda was truly tired.

Throughout the year of their marriage, she had tried her best, loving Cooper with all her might.

In a 300 sqm villa without a single maid, she still cleaned impeccably every day and prepared delicious, bountiful meals three times a day, even though Cooper often didn't come home to eat.

She always hand-washed Cooper's clothes and ironed them herself, each piece looking like new. She didn't waste money, compare extravagantly, or socialize; she kept track of every expense clearly.

She respected the elder; no matter how the Coldson family troubled her, she swallowed her grievances silently, never letting it trouble him...

It could be said that except for not having children, she considered herself a good wife.

But what was the result?

She was still a clown, unloved.

When Cooper came back from the bath, his gaze was still full of scorn.

"Let's get a divorce," saying this, Yolanda felt as though she could finally breathe.

Good, it was finally over. She no longer had to worry about when it would end.

Cooper stopped in his tracks, "What did you say?"

"Cooper, let's get a divorce. I'm giving you your freedom, go love whoever you want…"

Cooper stepped closer, his deep eyes burning with fury.

"Yolanda, have you forgotten something?"

"If it weren't for you drugging me, climbing into my bed, and forcing the marriage with your mother, do you think you would have entered the Coldson family's door?"

"Divorce?"

"If we are to divorce, only I can initiate it."

"You have no right!"

The man strode away.

Yolanda sat on the floor woodenly, as if she had lost all sense of everything.

Cooper was right; this all started as a mistake, and she should have conceded defeat long ago.

…

At breakfast, Cooper saw a divorce agreement on the dining table.

Yolanda sat quietly across from him.

Cooper snorted, slamming the agreement on the table.

He knew Yolanda couldn't have just drafted this, obviously, this woman had been prepared.

He scoffed, "So eager—did you find someone else already?"

Yolanda didn't respond; she indeed had long been prepared.

When she had received that text message, she knew her marriage was over.

The divorce agreement had been in the drawer for several days, but she just couldn't bring herself to take it out or utter the words "divorce" to Cooper.

Mrs. Coldson, humble to the dust, hadn't had enough yet.

But now, she truly had no choice.

"Cooper, just sign it, I don't want anything."

Cooper laughed in anger.

A scheming woman who shamelessly married into the Coldson family, claiming she wants nothing?

He casually tossed the agreement into the trash can, "Yolanda, don't play this game with me."

His eyes full of mockery, "If you really wanted a divorce, why did you drug me last night?"

Drug?

Yolanda was shocked and widened her eyes.

What drug?

She hadn't done anything.

"Can you see now how much I despise you?" Cooper said venomously, "If it weren't for the drugs, I would have zero interest in you."

The man prepared to leave.

Yolanda rushed over and grabbed his arm, "Cooper, I didn't, I didn't drug you."

"Who would believe such a lie?" Cooper shook her off roughly.

Yolanda staggered, still frantically shaking her head. "I didn't, I really didn't."

But Cooper didn't want to hear anymore.

She hadn't?

Was he supposed to believe he drugged himself?

Her nonsense was utterly repulsive.

The man left like the wind.

Yolanda was still shaking her head.

It was all too ridiculous.

No wonder he had suddenly acted that way last night...she had thought he had finally been moved.

She cried on the floor for a long time before finally gathering enough strength to get up.

She went upstairs, packed her luggage, preparing to leave.

Only at that moment did Yolanda realize this marriage was a profound failure indeed.

No ceremony, no wedding ring, she had received no gifts over the year.

Her luggage was still the same as when she had moved in a year ago.

She had naively thought that as long as she lived well, she would surely have a home of her own.

Reality had slapped her harshly.

But leaving the Coldson family, where could she go?

Yolanda knew she couldn't return to the Greenwood family; her mother had always seen Cooper as a money tree and would never agree to the divorce.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw a glass of water on the bedside table, but she clearly remembered not placing it there.

Yolanda looked incredulous, recalling everything from last night.

It all started when Cooper drank the glass of water from the bedside table…

Realizing a possible explanation, Yolanda incredulously rushed out of the room.