Classic Novel
Chapter 2210
Using the money Betsy had left her, Yvette shelled out a small fortune for a private investigator to track down the whereabouts of the boy and his family. The PI was a handsome man. Yvette confided in her diary that he was almost as handsome as Ayden.
Rosalynn felt a shiver run down her spine when she read this part.
Three months later, despite the heaps of cash that had been spent, the boy's family remained elusive. But by then, Yvette had stopped caring.
One night, three months on, Yvette slept with the PI.
In her diary, Yvette wrote, "All my previous feelings were mistakes. This is the love I've been searching for. A small error corrected is no big deal, dear sister. I will still find my happily ever after."d2
At this point, it had been two years since she had escaped from the Silverman household. Yet, for Yvette, those days were a lifetime ago.
The PI was different from the boy she dated before. He brought her gifts on every holiday, and on days like Christmas and Thanksgiving-the days meant for family-he would come over to cook for her, ensuring she would never be alone again.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
Yvette was completely enamored, ready to give him her all. When he needed to mortgage her family's old house, she didn't hesitate for a second.
Their love lasted over three years, then Yvette got pregnant.
Overjoyed, she told the PI.
The next day, he disappeared.
Five months into her pregnancy, Yvette finally tracked him down. By then, she had just gone through the ordeal of losing the old house due to an expired mortgage, and her own funds were nearly depleted. But when she found him, she saw him in the arms of another woman, looking every bit the loving couple.
Yvette snapped.
She confronted them, claiming to be his wife and gesturing to her pregnant belly. The other woman, shocked, slapped the man and ran off.
The man, watching his new 'wallet' flee, slapped Yvette, "My wife? You think you're worthy being my wife? Who knows whose bastard you're carrying? Don't try to pin this on me!"
In her diary, Yvette wrote that she couldn't live without love. So, she begged him on her knees, promising that she would give him money.
He looked at her with disdain and said, "What money do you have left? Not even enough for an abortion, I bet. I know all about you. I've always known how much you're worth."
He thought for a moment, and tossed a few bills at her feet. "Go get rid of the kid. You're pretty-I'll set you up with a wealthy old man. You'll live comfortably, I promise!"
Yvette looked up at him, "You said you loved me. Now you want to introduce me to other men?"
He laughed contemptuously, "Let me be honest, I never loved you."
Those were the last words he'd ever say.
Yvette, pregnant and physically weaker, knew she couldn't overpower him. So, she devised a plan.
"I still have a diamond ring, an expensive one that you've seen. Spend two more days with me, you can take the ring, and I'll take care of the child."
Blinded by greed and still underestimating Yvette's intelligence, the man agreed, thinking she was just a foolish woman seduced by the idea of love. After all, a woman who was wealthy, beautiful, and willing wasn't easy to come by.
And so, he accepted her offer.