Chapter 33 No Trust

"I don’t trust you either," Yvonne said coldly, her voice tinged with distance. Her heart was filled with complex emotions—anger, disappointment, and a hint of unnoticed sadness. The lack of trust between a couple was a bitter joke. Yvonne felt a deep sense of loneliness and helplessness. Benson was unhurried. He slowly took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. Through the smoke, his expression was somewhat blurred, but his eyes revealed a hint of amusement and provocation. "Let’s talk when you can trust me," Benson said lightly, as if this were all just a game and he had already seen through its rules. Yvonne wanted to kick him to death. Her heart was full of anger and unwillingness, but she knew Benson held her weakness—the brooch—leaving her powerless to resist. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions, then spoke slowly, "I have another way." Her voice carried determination and resolve. She decided not to passively accept everything but to