Benson

Chapter 261 The Shattered Obsession

A cold smile curled on Yvonne’s lips as if she had already anticipated Benson’s reaction.

Her gaze was calm yet laced with a hint of mockery.

“See, this is the look you give me, Benson. You don’t like this version of me. Just like the other day when I didn’t agree with you, you forced me to submit by pinning me down. You’re used to being the center of attention, unable to accept that your wife no longer loves you!”

Her voice was soft, yet carried a sharpness that was impossible to ignore.

“Now, all your tenderness and affection are just ways to prevent me from leaving. You don’t truly love me; you just want to hold onto that part of me that still resembles the person I used to be.

Each of her words was like a sharp blade, precisely cutting into the deepest wounds of Benson’s heart.

His face gradually darkened, his pupils narrowing as a complex expression surfaced.

Perhaps because her words struck at the core of his being, revealing a truth he didn’t want to face.

This truth made him uncomfortable, a mix of unease and anger his chest, difficult to calm.

no within

Benson had always believed he understood Yvonne, that his control over her was flawless.

But now, he realized that the woman he once loved had long since slipped out of his grasp, becoming someone unfamiliar and elusive.

His breathing grew rapid, anger slowly igniting in his eyes.

He had always thought that as long as she stayed by his side, he could bring back the Yvonne he once knew.

But reality made it clear that the Yvonne he remembered no longer existed.

Yvonne noticed Benson’s increasingly troubled expression, knowing that her

words had struck his pride

Vet her resolve remained unshaken, in fact, she felt even more determined.

She was no longer the woman who would sacrifice everything for him. She had. broken free from the cage that once trapped her, while he remained stuck in the past

Suddenly, a surge of anger welled up in Benson, burning fiercely within him. He stood up abruptly, forcefully grabbing Yvonne’s arm and dragging her back to Mr. Donald’s yard.

Throughout the journey, his face was as dark as an approaching storm, his hands gripping her arm so tightly that it almost hurt. Back at the hotel, he practically threw her onto the bed, his actions rough and devoid of any tenderness.

“Do you think you know me well?” Benson’s voice was low, as he leaned over Yvonne, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light.

Yvonne struggled to get up, but Benson pressed down on her legs, using all his strength to pin her to the bed. She felt an overwhelming sense of fear.

“I wanted that person to be you, but I also hoped it wasn’t you. If it’s not you, then I…” Before she could finish, Benson suddenly lowered his head, almost forcefully, kissing her with a fierce, possessive intensity, showing no mercy, as if declaring ownership over her.

Yvonne felt a deep sense of helplessness. She tried to struggle, but Benson’s brute force kept her pinned to the bed, unable to move.

“I won’t allow you not to love me. You must love me,” Benson’s voice was low. and hoarse, carrying a tone of command. He half–kneeled on the bed, his. hands gripping her waist so tightly it caused her pain.

“Get off me…” Yvonne shouted in anger, using all her strength to push him. away, but her strength was insignificant compared to his. She felt a profound despair, her anger and fear intertwining, threatening to engulf her.

Benson, however, completely ignored her struggle, using his strength to trap her body, refusing to let her move. His gaze was filled with a crazed possessiveness, as if he had lost all reason.

Yvonne felt like she was sinking into an endless abyss, unable to escape,

unable to break free

Benson’s lips lightly covered Yvonne’s, his movements now gentle, as if expressing an endless affection.

His voice was low and lingering. “Yvonne taste me.”

His tone carried a hint of pleading, yet was irresistibly domineering.

Yvonne instinctively shook her head, wanting to resist this sudden tenderness. But Benson was in no hurry, his patience seemed infinite.

He gently caressed her cheek, his touch as soft as handling a delicate treasure. The gentle sensation made her uneasy, as if she were caught in a silent tug–of–war.

One side used brute force to control her body, while the other tried to use this gentleness to occupy her mind, leaving her powerless to resist.

At that moment, Yvonne felt how terrifying Benson was. His strength was so overwhelming that she could hardly move. But the gentle invasion was even more frightening, making her feel a deep sense of fear.

His gentleness was no longer love but a method to completely destroy her will, to make her submit to him both physically and mentally.

Yvonne’s body was familiar with Benson’s every move, and he knew her body like the back of his hand. His fingers roamed over her skin, every inch carrying warmth and heat, causing her body to respond involuntarily to him.

However, as his actions grew more intense, Yvonne’s inner pain deepened. Her body might enjoy the pleasure, but her soul was tormented by shame and anguish.

As the light from the window bathed the room, everything inside was clearly illuminated. Yet Yvonne’s heart felt shrouded in darkness, unable to find a

moment of relief.

Her body was tightly controlled by him, and as time passed, from the bright morning light to the dim evening outside, their entanglement grew fiercer. Sweat mingled on their skin, fingers interlocked, as if they were engaged in a silent battle.

Though their bodies were intimately connected, Yvonne couldn’t feel the

warmth of Benson’s heart. His tenderness felt strange, even frightening to her.

She couldn’t control her body’s instinctual reactions, but she could choose not to look at him. She tightly closed her eyes, trying to block him out of her consciousness.

After it was over, Benson stood by the bed, his gaze dark, his aura more imposing than ever. “Yvonne, I’m telling you, if you want a divorce, it’ll only happen over my dead body.”

Yvonne curled up under the covers, tears finally streaming down her face. Her voice was low and hoarse, “Benson, I was wrong. It’s not that you don’t love me; it’s that you don’t know how to love. Even if we hadn’t parted ways back then, hadn’t missed out, the way you treat others, we wouldn’t have made it.”

Her words were like a sharp knife, piercing Benson’s heart, causing him intense pain.

Benson’s hand suddenly grabbed her chin, not with much force, but with a clear threat. “You… shut up!” he gritted his teeth.

But eventually, his hand loosened, and he released her. He sat on the edge of the bed, muttering softly, “It’s not like you said.”

Yvonne’s eyes reddened slightly. She looked away, refusing to meet his gaze.” Maybe so, maybe it’s not like I said, but that’s how you’ve acted.”

The air in the room seemed to freeze, a heavy silence enveloping them like a thick fog. Unease spread between them, making even breathing feel difficult.

Though they were physically close, it felt as if an unbridgeable chasm had opened up between them.

Not long after, the doorbell broke the silence. Benson stood up and walked to the door. When he opened it, Olivia stood outside.

She looked at Benson, noticing his disheveled appearance, hesitated for a moment, then awkwardly asked, “Uh, dinner?”

Benson tried to collect himself, nodded, and replied, “Yes, let’s eat in a bit.”