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Chapter 165 Shameful Revelation

Yvonne felt herself being mercilessly pulled into an abyss, where there was no light, no hope, only endless darkness and pain.

Every action Benson took was like a heavy blow to her soul, making it hard for

her to breathe.

“You’ve really disappointed me.”

Her words fell like a lightning bolt in the silent room, illuminating a hidden, fragile corner of Benson’s heart.

Tears sparkled under the light, each drop like a diamond shattering into a million pieces, reflecting the brilliance of her heartbreak.

These words jolted Benson.

On Thanksgiving Day, she had hugged his neck and whispered softly to him, We only have one chance, let’s try. I will be serious; I hope you won’t let me

down.”

Everything that happened that day now seemed to be filled with sweet.

aftertaste.

The warm fireplace, the soft lights, the two of them snuggled on the sofa, the atmosphere warm and intimate.

Outside, the wind howled, but inside, there was a comforting warmth.

Benson clearly remembered the look of anticipation in her eyes and her soft

body nestled in his arms.

At that moment, he felt endless happiness and satisfaction, as if everything had become perfect.

This was why he didn’t want to tell her about this matter.

They didn’t know each other that well, weren’t that familiar, but he knew he had fallen deeply in love with her.

He didn’t want their relationship, which he had worked so hard for, to be like a fleeting flower, blooming briefly and then withering away..

His inner conflict and struggle were particularly evident at that moment.

All those beautiful memories were torn apart by harsh reality.

Benson’s Inner turmoil and struggle grew more intense. He knew he was deeply entangled in a vortex of emotions unable to extricate himself.

Facing her, his heart was filled with both overflowing love and deep–seated

Tear

He feared that once he spoke, all the beauty would vanish like smoke.

Taking a deep breath, Benson slowly said, “Yvonne, sometimes it would be better if you weren’t so smart”

His voice was low, tinged with a hint of pleading and helplessness.

Leaning closer to her, his dark eyes filled with pressur

d deep affection. His

fingers gently traced her lips, hoping to convey his inner pain and helplessness through this touch.

“These past few months, we’ve been good, haven’t we?”

Benson’s voice was gentle yet firm, looking into her bright, tear–filled eyes,

hoping she would understand his intentions.

His tone was sincere and expectant, as if waiting for her response.

Yvonne frowned, catching the implication in his words.

Yes, their relationship had indeed been good during this time. Whether in their interactions or in bed, they were well–matched.

Those intimate moments, their sweaty bodies pressed together, she would tell him how much she liked him. In the heat of the moment, she would say things. to excite him.

Between husband and wife, it’s normal to bring each other joy and pleasure without shame.

Recalling those moments, she felt a wave of complex emotions.

She remembered their fingers tightly intertwined, their passionate embrace. In those moments, she felt life was wonderful with him.

That sense of physical and emotional unity made her believe she had found.

true happiness

However, looking back now. Yvonne felt gather: Those warm, sweet

moments now felt like a thorn in her heart

She felt a deep sense of emptiness and lonelines

She began to question whether those beautiful moments really meant anything or if they were just her wishful thinking.

He had ulterior motives, and in the end, it was just her own celebration, her body’s pleasure

“Good”” Yvonne sneered, her voice tinged with sa^^asm and helplessness. Now I just feel disgusted!”

Her eyes flashed with cold light, filled with loathing and disappointment towards Benson.

She no longer hid her emotions, her tone of disdain making the air even colder.

“Disgusted?” Benson’s expression changed, his face darkening.

He grasped her chin, not too lightly or heavily, but enough to cause her pain. Disgusted, yet you kept wanting more?”

His voice was low, with a hint of anger. His eyes bore into hers, as if seeking confirmation.

Those sweet embraces and passionate kisses from the past now turned into disgust” in her mouth. His heart felt guilt towards “that person,” yet he had chosen her, desired her.

A flash of pain crossed Yvonne’s eyes. She took a deep breath, unable to break. free from his grasp.

Coldly, she said, “That kind of thing… anyone could do it!”

She just wanted to break free from him, not wanting to be entangled in this emotional mess anymore.

However, she forgot Benson’s true nature, his dominance, and unwillingness to be opposed.

Benson’s fingers tightened around her wrist, and in a few steps, he pushed her onto the bed.

She was still wearing her down jacket, with a beige hoodie underneath. She heard the zipper snap off and hit the floor, the sharp sound piercing her Bardrums.

The sound of her white undershirt tearing made her back feel numb.

Benson frantically pinned her down, and Yvonne felt humiliated. Her breathing was rapid, her heart pounding like a drum. She felt her body being confined, unable to break free

The man’s eyes were filled with madness and possessiveness. Under her delicate, fair skin and disheveled clothes, the sense of destruction only made him more aggressive.

He restrained her arms, kissing and caressing her.

Every action was filled with endless passion and anger.

Yvonne’s body trembled under his control, her eyes reflecting helplessness and humiliation.

“Disgusted?” He laughed lowly, his voice laced with mockery. His lips brushed against her ear, lightly licking her earlobe. “Could another man make you feel this good?”

Yvonne’s face turned pale, a wave of despair washing over her. No matter how she struggled, she couldn’t escape his grip.

Her clothes were torn roughly, their bodies entangled in violent collisions.

She felt her body forced to match his rhythm, each thrust bringing pain and humiliation.

“Say you like me.” His voice was low, commanding.

“…” Her voice trembled, almost crying, but she refused to yield.

“Say it!” He intensified his actions, making her body arch involuntarily.

Benson repeatedly asked her if she was comfortable.

His fingers roamed her skin, causing shivers.

He forced her to say she liked him, her body responding uncontrollably under his control.

Yvonne felt deep pain and shame, knowin

emotions.

She closed her eyes, tears silently falling.

“Even pain is better,” she thought, hoping allowing her to forget this humiliation and

The room was filled with their gasps and ambiguous and oppressive tension.

Benson’s every move was driven by ange way to make her see her “hypocrisy.”

Yvonne’s heart was filled with endless p escape this emotional entanglement. She could only silently endure, waiting fo