?Chapter 1108:


    She nced around at the sea of shocked faces. Even she was stunned. Now Norton wanted to make their rtionship public?


    She reached up, tugging gently at his tie—just enough to bring him down to her level. His pupils darkened at her boldness, his breath catching ever so slightly.


    He bent his head. “Yes?” he murmured, almost amused.


    Yvonne leaned in, her lips barely brushing his ear. “What are you doing here?” she whispered.


    Her breath sent a shiver down his spine.


    His gaze flicked to her lips, then back up. “Why? Disappointed I came to get you?”


    Their quiet exchange finally snapped the crowd out of its daze—and then chaos erupted.


    “Did he say wife?”


    “Yvonne Jimenez is married to Norton Burke?” The disbelief was palpable as everyone struggled to process the revtion.


    In the crowd, Shelly stood like a statue.


    Every word echoed in her ears. Yvonne and Norton were married. It now exined everything.


    Rage twisted across Shelly’s features.


    She was resentful. Her nails dug into her palm as she stared at the couple, her face contorting with bitterness and disbelief.


    “Yvonne, always Yvonne…” she murmured under her breath. “I won’t let you win. Norton belongs to me.”


    Her venomous gaze locked onto them as she downed ss after ss of champagne.


    One by one, she tossed them back, drowning the rage bubbling inside her.


    Just then, a figure approached—easygoing, casual, and totally unfazed by the drama.


    A shadow of a man, Stewart Carter shuffled through the glittering ballroom, his sallow cheeks betraying years of excess that had hollowed him out.


    His unsteady gait faltered as he approached Shelly, eyes glinting with a hunger that made her skin crawl. Reaching for her hand, which clutched a delicate winess, Stewart’s fingers lingered, tracing slow circles over her smooth skin.


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    Shelly’s stomach churned, but she masked her revulsion with a tight smile. “Mr. Carter,” she said, her voice sharp as she yanked her hand free.


    Stewart, son of a magazine owner, had long nursed an obsession with her. Her cool distance only fueled his fixation, like a moth drawn to a me it could never touch.


    His lips curled into a smirk, tinged with malice. “I have news you might find intriguing. Care to hear it?”


    His gaze roamed over her, bold and unapologetic, as his hand drifted toward her waist.


    Shelly swatted it away, her eyes shing. “I am not interested.”


    Turning on her heel, she strode away, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Stewart sipped his drink, a sly grin spreading. “Norton and Yvonne’s marriage is not what it appears,” he called after her.


    Shelly froze, her breath catching. Ahead, Norton’s warm smile bathed Yvonne in a glow that twisted Shelly’s heart. Shelly’s jaw clenched, teeth grinding with a force that threatened to splinter them.


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