Benson

Chapter 243 A Tearful Goodbye

Steven looked at Yvonne without any reservations, a playful and cynical smile tugging at his lips.

“Yvonne, we’re not divorced. This is my wife. If you don’t mind, I don’t mind either.”

His tone was full of blatant provocation, with no regard for anyone else’s feelings.

As he stood up, his movements were natural and casual, as if everything was under his control.

He walked toward Olivia, casually taking off his jacket, his actions unhurried and deliberate.

Seeing this, Olivia immediately jumped up from her chair, a look of urgency on her face. “Yvonne, how

about you share a room with Auntie tonight?”

Her voice held a hint of panic, clearly trying to avoid

the awkward situation that was about to unfold.

Steven’s behavior was indeed shocking, his shamelessness evident in his outrageous actions.

Yvonne’s feelings were complicated as she turned

to leave, but she heard Steven’s triumphant laugh: Yvonne, your husband already knows.”

Yvonne swiftly turned back, her eyes narrowing, a sharpness in her gaze. “He knows?”

Her voice was low and cold, as if questioning the

truth of Steven’s words.

Steven’s face softened into a doting smile as he

gently caressed Olivia’s cheek, his tone teasing yet affectionate. “Those two are clever, unlike you, so simple–minded.”

His voice carried a mix of mockery and scorn, as if laughing at Yvonne’s naivety.

Over the past few months, Steven’s longing for Olivia had grown stronger.

He knew the trouble this yearning caused him, so seeing her now, his emotions were nearly

uncontrollable.

He gently pinched Olivia’s chin, leaning in for a deep

kiss.

At that moment, Yvonne stood still, her heart filled with conflicting emotions.

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Her eyes reddened slightly, but she silently turned away, walking to the door and closing it softly behind her.

The mountain resort had an ancient charm,

surrounded by lush greenery.

The Chinese–style decor blended seamlessly with the natural environment, and the courtyard’s scenery

was uniquely captivating.

Yvonne sat by the floor–to–ceiling window, the light filtering through the curtains casting a glow on her.

She gazed past the outdoor scenery, quietly staring at the flickering lights.

The outside world seemed peaceful and beautiful

but her heart was in turmoil.

He… knows.

This realization brought a sense of surprise.

She had expected that facing her betrayal, he would react with anger or accusations, yet his response was unexpected.

Instead of the furious confrontation she had anticipated, he chose to remain silent.

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This reaction left her puzzled and filled her with a deep sense of disappointment.

She closed her eyes briefly, memories of her time as the “white moonlight” flooding her mind.

This identity seemed to have played a significant role in their relationship, leaving her feeling helpless

and heartbroken.

The week–long vacation quickly passed, and Yvonne prepared to return to the real world.

March 12th was Charles’s birthday, and she had carefully prepared a beautiful walnut chess set as a gift.

This chess set was handmade by her, despite the long and tedious process.

She hoped to use this unique gift to express her blessings to Charles and to mark the end of her time with the Taylor family.

When she returned to the Taylor family’s old house, she inevitably ran into Benson.

The old house was as it had always been, with its ancient walls and wooden furniture exuding a sense

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of history.

Everything here seemed to remind her that those days had long since become part of the past.

She took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the living room, her heart filled with complex

emotions and thoughts.

The old house was bustling with activity, filled with guests, laughter, and joy.

The paintings on the walls and the antique furniture, illuminated by the lights, exuded a rich sense of time.

The dining table was covered with a luxurious tablecloth, and the lavish feast was dazzling.

Yvonne’s eyes swept across the room, a faint sense of unease in her heart.

She knew that tonight’s gathering wasn’t just to celebrate Charles’s birthday–it was also her moment to say goodbye to this family.

She handed the exquisite walnut chess set to

Charles.

The board and pieces were all made from red sandalwood, with each piece inlaid with delicate

silver filigree.

Under the light, the silver threads on the pieces sparkled faintly, like twinkling stars.

This gift carried her heartfelt wishes and reflected the deep affection she had for Charles.

As her fingers gently touched the surface of the chessboard, she smiled softly, “Dad, I hope you like it. Happy birthday.”

Her voice was gentle, filled with tender care, but she

didn’t mention that she had made it herself.

Benson stood silently nearby, watching Yvonne. His gaze lingered on her hands, noticing the cuts and marks on her fingertips.

Those wounds were the result of making the chess set, with each detail showing her dedication and

effort.

Seeing her, his emotions settled a bit, a hint of understanding and relief washing over him.

“Dad, Yvonne made this herself.”

Benson’s voice was unexpectedly soft, his emotions eased by this detail.

Although a trace of dissatisfaction lingered in his heart, seeing this seemed to bring him some peace.

Victoria immediately walked over upon hearing this, her face full of concern as she noticed the wounds

on Yvonne’s hands.

She gently held Yvonne’s hand, tenderly stroking the injuries.

Her eyes were filled with unhidden worry. “It’s good you had a break, but some things aren’t ideal. Dad won’t mind.”

Charles smiled at this, clearly pleased. “This is a family heirloom now. How could I mind?”

His words carried a sense of satisfaction, showing how much he appreciated the thoughtful gesture.

The atmosphere of the banquet gradually became lively, with relatives and friends gathered around the table, chatting and laughing in a relaxed and

cheerful mood.

Though Yvonne responded to everyone with a smile, her heart was filled with complex emotions.

She avoided looking at Benson, her gaze evasive.

This behavior made Benson inwardly annoyed, as he was displeased with her coldness.

After the banquet ended, the guests began to leave, and the room returned to its quiet state.

Yvonne and Benson returned to their room, the silence between them heavy and oppressive.

The room was simply furnished but felt warm and comfortable. The two of them faced each other

alone, the air thick with unspoken emotions and

unease.

Benson stepped forward, grabbing Yvonne’s wrist and pulling her into his arms.

His voice was tinged with accusation and hurt. “You played me, you lied to me, and now you look unhappy, huh?”

His tone held a mix of reproach but also deep disappointment and confusion.

His fingers gently caressed the back of her hand, feeling somewhat powerless.

Yvonne straightened up slightly, her gaze calm as she looked at Benson.

Her heart swirled with complex emotions. “When do you plan to sign the divorce papers?”

Her words were devoid of any emotional fluctuation, carrying only a sense of resignation and finality.

“You think I would sign them?”

Benson’s voice was filled with a mixture of sarcasm and anger as he reached out to touch her face, his eyes full of pain and bewilderment.

His voice grew low and hoarse. “Why? Why would you put something so important on Olivia?

I’ve been waiting for your explanation, Yvonne… I’ve been searching for you all this time, going to many places, always looking for you.

What you’ve done to me–isn’t it too heartless, too cruel?”

His words brought tears to Yvonne’s eyes, a deep sadness welling up within her.

“Benson, during all those years you were searching for me, where was I?”

Benson’s face turned pale. When he was searching for her, she had been by his side all along -as his

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wife.