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Chapter 281: The Hidden Truth

Maria froze in fear, her actions coming to an abrupt halt as she looked up, her eyes reflecting terror. She swallowed hard, her voice trembling, “It was Yvonne who told me to do it. She even paid me.”

Maria’s words echoed in Benson’s mind. He had once thought of Yvonne as a calculating woman, capable of such actions, possessing both the skill and the nerve to pull something like this off. But during their recent interactions, Benson began to doubt his previous judgment. Yvonne had never stooped to such methods; her actions and style did not align with something as underhanded as drugging someone.

Benson recalled his conversation with Maria, and his mood grew heavier. Maria had resolutely denied everything in front of his parents, further deepening his suspicions about her background and motives. Why had she been working for their family all these years? For whom was she really working? These questions swirled in Benson’s mind.

“Who are you working for?” Benson asked coldly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority. “The marriage certificate that was posted online- that was your doing too, wasn’t it? You’ve been in our house for all these years. What for? Who is behind this?”

Maria’s face paled with fear, her eyes darting nervously. She knew she could no longer hide the truth, but her lips remained tightly sealed, as if she had decided not to reveal anything more.

Benson stood at the doorway, staring coldly at her, his mind racing with possible connections. The drugging incident, the car accident when Yvonne was taken by Steven–these seemingly unrelated events now felt linked in Benson’s intuition. He wasn’t someone prone to wild speculation, but these clues made him uneasy.

In the busy city, Benson waited quietly in his car for Yvonne to finish work. He anxiously fidgeted with his car keys, his eyes frequently glancing towards the office building ahead.

Finally, Yvonne emerged, wearing a light coat. She still carried that

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polished, professional demeanor, her long hair draped casually over her shoulders as she walked out of the building, handbag in hand. Her steps were confident and unhurried, as if untouched by the outside world.

Benson honked his horn, the sound starkly cutting through the quiet street. Yvonne turned at the sound, her bright eyes meeting Benson’s gaze through the car window. She hesitated for a moment before slowly making her way towards his car.

The car door opened, and Yvonne sat in the passenger seat. She turned slightly to look at Benson, her tone indifferent, “What do you want?”

“The marriage certificate thing–it wasn’t me,” Benson said urgently, his voice echoing inside the car.

Yvonne didn’t respond immediately. She merely raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly skeptical of Benson’s claim. Her expression remained cool, but there was a glimmer of distrust in her eyes.

“Yvonne, I’m not that stupid. You want me to respect you, and then I pull out the marriage certificate to corner you–do you really think that’s what I would do?” Benson’s voice carried a mix of frustration and helplessness.

“It doesn’t matter. You don’t need to explain,” Yvonne replied flatly, her tone devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Benson’s expression darkened slightly, visibly affected by Yvonne’s cold demeanor. He hesitated for a moment, his voice tinged with unease,” Caesar Plaza is opening soon. As your husband, I need to stand by your side. You clearly don’t like it, so why say something you don’t mean?”

Yvonne glanced at him, her eyes showing a hint of weariness and resignation, “Benson, the whole thing with Mary–that was your doing. She was affecting my work, so it was only natural for you to handle it. But if it wasn’t you who released the marriage certificate, who else would bother with such a pointless stunt?”

“So, in your mind, I’m just that despicable, right? Just someone who likes to push you around, someone you refuse to even try to trust again?”

Benson’s tone was laced with a mix of bitterness and confusion.

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Yvonne looked at him calmly, a flicker of fatigue crossing her eyes, “What you’re doing is forcing me to flaunt our relationship at Caesar Plaza’s opening. You’ve done it, so why not just admit it?”

Her voice carried a note of exasperation and resignation. She was used to

his tactics–when persuasion failed, he resorted to coercion. She had

become accustomed to it.

Yvonne took a deep breath, her eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to compose her emotions in the brief silence. She looked at Benson, her gaze unwavering, as if trying to pierce through to his very soul.

Her voice was low but carried an undeniable force: “Benson, if I wanted to

stay entangled with you, I wouldn’t have gone through with the divorce in that way.” There was a weariness in her tone, but also a finality that couldn’t be ignored.

As she recalled the difficult decision to divorce, it felt as if a wound was being torn open once again. At the moment of their divorce, she had believed she could finally free herself from this painful entanglement, but the current situation was bitterly ironic.

“Now, we’re tied together by public opinion,” Yvonne continued, her voice tinged with frustration as her brow furrowed. She fixed her eyes on Benson’s, as if searching for a connection that had long faded, “Just like how I don’t want to get into your car, but for the sake of the company, I have to pretend it doesn’t bother me.”

Her tone grew sharper, “What you’re doing–I don’t like it. It makes me

uncomfortable.”

Benson’s face hardened slightly. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as the veins on his hands stood out. He didn’t respond, seemingly trying to suppress the turmoil within.

His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, his eyes betraying the complex emotions swirling within him, but he ultimately stayed silent.

The car came to a slow stop at the base of Yvonne’s apartment building, the atmosphere inside the vehicle heavy and suffocating. Yvonne

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unfastened her seatbelt with swift, decisive movements, her gaze shifting to the window as she paused briefly, seemingly trying to organize her thoughts.

Finally, she pushed open the car door and stepped out. As she left, Yvonne couldn’t resist glancing back at Benson. He remained seated in the driver’s seat, his gaze not following her departure.

She took a deep breath, feeling a tightness in her chest, a tangle of emotions stirring within her. “I’ve grown used to this side of you,” Yvonne said softly, her voice tinged with resignation, as if she were both sighing and bidding farewell. She tried to maintain a calm and resolute demeanor. “Stop pretending; it’s exhausting.”

Her words were like an invisible blade, cutting deep into Benson’s heart. His gaze finally shifted from the road ahead to her, his eyes reflecting a mix of shock and confusion. It felt as if a heavy weight was pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

His voice was low and hoarse, “You think I was faking my memory loss?”

Yvonne looked at him coldly, her brow arching slightly as a sarcastic smile played on her lips. “Wasn’t it?”