Giving in to Her Rebellious Streak (Yasmin and Blake) novel Chapter 3

Yasmin suddenly recalled something a friend of Blake’s had once said. He’d told her, “There’s a woman who lives in Blake’s heart. They met in Merania, and he’s pined after her for years. You and her look pretty similar, actually.” 

At the time, Yasmin had been indignant. She felt that the woman was no match for her since she was already a thing of the past. 

Now, her dream had been shattered. As she watched how tender Blake was toward the woman, she felt like a sharp blade had been driven right into her heart. It hurt so much that all her organs felt like they were cramping. 

Blake shielded the woman from the crowd as they turned to leave. Suddenly, he caught sight of Yasmin standing not too far away. Mary was with her. He frowned. 

The woman asked gently, “Do you know her, Blake?” 

“Yeah. She’s my wife, Yasmin Starr,” he said plainly. “Why don’t you head to the car first, Giselle? I’ll be right behind you.” 

“Okay.” Giselle O’Shea nodded obediently. Before she left, she turned to look at Yasmin. Their gazes met in mid-air. 

Giselle appraised her and smiled faintly. Yasmin’s heart constricted as bitterness seeped through it. 

Blake walked over to her. He was tall enough to block out the light above her head. “What are you doing here?” 

Mary was about to answer when Yasmin asked, “Who is she?” 

Why was Blake at the hospital with her for a prenatal check? Was she pregnant with his child? She stopped her thoughts there, not daring to think any further. 

“Don’t ask about things that have nothing to do with you.” Blake avoided her question. 

Yasmin’s eyes turned red. “Can’t I even ask a question when you’ve had an affair?” 

“An affair? Do you even have the right to say that?” Blake’s gaze was menacing. “Have you forgotten how we got married? Also, I made it clear to you when we married that I would never love you.” 

The blood drained from Yasmin’s face. She clenched her fists tightly, barely able to calm down. “So I’m nothing but a f**k buddy to you?” 

“Something like that.” 

Yasmin smiled self-deprecatingly. “I see. You were mad at my dad for tricking you, so you thought you wouldn’t waste the opportunity and just f**k me, huh?”