Benson

Chapter 235 Return to the Homeland

Steven’s office was filled with thick smoke, the heavy scent of tobacco permeating the air.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows that danced across the floor.

Olivia stood across from him, her face pale as a sheet, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched her folder.

Her heart pounded violently, as if each beat was a reminder of the impending danger she faced.

She tried to control her emotions, but the fear and anxiety in her eyes were impossible to hide.

Steven’s gaze was as deep as a dark pool. He casually crossed his legs and lit a cigarette.

Smoke curled slowly from his lips, forming dark swirls in the air, mirroring the complexity of his inner world.

His voice was low, tinged with a cold detachment.

“Olivia, don’t be too greedy. In my world, there is no divorce, only widowhood. From the moment ! claimed you, I told you that I want you, and only you.”

Olivia’s heart clenched painfully. Her lips quivered, and her eyes betrayed a deep, inescapable pain,

She knew that Steven’s love was like a cage from which she could not escape.

She had never understood when he started feeling for her, nor could she comprehend why he was so obsessed with her.

He was a man driven by his desires, demanding satisfaction every week, which filled her with deep oppression and fear.

She was terrified of getting pregnant by him because she knew that once she had his child, her life would become even more unmanageable.

Steven’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm and indifference.

He continued, “I won’t let you get pregnant because I won’t allow anyone, not even a child, to take your attention away from me. You belong to me alone.”

Olivia’s face turned even paler as she sat down on the sofa, her body trembling slightly.

She knew that resistance was futile and could only silently accept this harsh reality.

Steven’s resolve was like ice, impervious to any emotion.

Her heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions, uncertainty, and fear about the future.

Suddenly, Steven leaned forward, his fingers gently but firmly gripping Olivia’s chin, forcing her to look up

at him.

“Olivia, are you reluctant to leave me?”

His voice was low, with a hint of tenderness, as if probing her true feelings.

Olivia bit her lip, struggling to control her emotions.

“No, I’m not,” she replied, though her voice trembled slightly, betraying the turmoil within her.

Steven’s lips curled into a cold smile, tinged with a mix of chill and despair.

His eyes reflected an unwavering determination. “You can go back to your country, but you will always be

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my wife, forever.”

As Olivia listened to his words, her heart was flooded with complex emotions.

She knew she had finally gained a sliver of freedom, but it came at the cost of giving up everything.

Her emotions were tangled and conflicted, unsure whether she should feel relieved or sad.

Her thoughts drifted back to Sol’s name, and she could barely contain the anger and despair welling up Inside her.

Suddenly, she mentioned Sol’s name, her voice trembling.

“And…Sol.”

Her eyes flashed with anger and pain, as if the mere mention of his name reopened a deep wound in her heart.

Steven’s expression instantly turned ley, the smile vanishing from his face.

His gaze grew cold and resolute.

“Sol… He’s dead. I know you liked him. When the fire broke out, even if he hadn’t died, I would have made sure he did.”

Olivia’s eyes filled with rage and despair, and without a second thought, she wanted to attack Steven.

However, her body was weak, and years of living under his control had left her powerless to resist..

Her hands trembled slightly, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Steven watched her reaction, his eyes showing a flicker of cold indifference.

He pulled her onto his lap, holding her in a firm embrace, asserting his absolute control over her.

Her heart was overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness and despair.

Steven’s mind was already made up–one day, he would remove the “blemish” on Olivia’s heart and take full control of her fate.

As Olivia arrived in Mexico, she felt an indescribable sense of relief and renewal.

Her suitcase held only the essential documents, nothing more.

This simple, decisive packing reflected her inner state: traveling light, leaving the past behind, and moving forward with courage.

At the airport’s exit, Steven stood tall, his gaze deep and complex as he watched her, his glimmer of anticipation for the future.

It was s as if he was imagining the moment when he would fully conquer her.

Yvonne observed the scene and felt a slight unease.

eyes filled with a

She had learned that although Steven had agreed to let Olivia go, he had not annulled their marriage, which left her with a subtle sense of blame towards Benson.

Her gaze became sharp, cutting through Benson’s pride like a knife.

Benson felt the invisible pressure, understanding that he had done his best to negotiate this outcome with Steven.

But Yvonne’s dissatisfaction still left him feeling deflated.

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“I’ve fulfilled my part of the deal and handed her over to you,” Benson said, his voice firm despite his

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weariness.

Yvonne calmed herself and replied in a resolute tone, understand. Once we land at Reno Airport, I’ll update you on everything.

The group moved quickly toward the airport, and before boarding, Olivia glanced back at Steven, who was slowly fading into the distance.

A wave of relief washed over her–this was the true freedom of escaping an obstacle.

As the plane took off, a new chapter was written in the clouds.

Finally, Olivia let the long–suppressed too low freely, releasing all the fear and frustration of the past.

Yvonne hugged her tightly, whispering words of comfort.

“Don’t cry anymore. From now on, we’ll face everything together and solve the problems one step at a

time.”

Each of Yvonne’s words was like a soothing balm, nourishing Olivia’s dried–up spirit.

Benson watched from the side, his brow furrowed, his heart filled with concern and love.

His voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke to Olivia, “When you return home, don’t rush to make any decisions. Take some time to rest. I’ve arranged for an excellent psychologist to help you, someone who can assist you in piecing together our memories.”

Though his words were directed at Olivia, his gaze was fixed on Yvonne, seeking some understanding or response from her expression.

Olivia’s hand trembled slightly as she tightly held Yvonne’s hand, seeking safety and reassurance.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and uncertainty as she looked up, meeting Yvonne’s gaze.

7… You’re married to Yvonne now. Is it really okay to talk about this?“.

Her voice wavered, her obvious hesitation and fear revealing her concern about the discomfort this topic might cause.

Benson chuckled softly, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere with humor.

“You’re overthinking it.” His tone was relaxed, a smile on his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Regarding you being my first love, my wife is very understanding. Really, she hasn’t been jealous at all…”