Chapter 166 Broken Promises

Benson felt a pleasure in his body that he couldn't control, but inside, it was as if a knife had been driven into his heart, causing immense pain. He had buckled his belt, but his shirt was still open and disheveled. The rolled-up sleeves and the unbuttoned collar showed just how intense things had been. Taking a deep breath, he looked at the dejected Yvonne on the bed, his voice hoarse: "Tell me what you want to do with Mary, and I'll handle it." His eyes were a mix of exhaustion and despair, as if the pain he had buried deep inside had finally erupted. Yvonne lay on the bed, half-covered by the messy sheets. Her shoes were still on, and her pants were bunched around her ankles, making her look particularly disheveled. Her eyes were vacant, staring at a corner of the ceiling as if looking at an unreachable world. Her breathing was light yet heavy, her whole demeanor revealing deep despair and helplessness. She had thought that three years of marriage had already made her