Chapter 6

Chapter 6 Backup 

Antwan stared at her for a while and laughed out loud. 

“Marrying someone else? Is that some kind of sick joke? You’re my girlfriend. Who else can you marry? I said I’ll marry you. Didn’t you hear me? I’ll say it again. I’m fucking marrying you. Jackpot!” 

Antwan looked left and right. He picked up an unopened can of beer from the floor and pulled off the tab. Then, he looked at the tab and snorted before staggering to Yolanda. 

He took her hand, his lips twitching in disdain, and put the tab on her middle finger. 

“There you go. Believe me now?” 

Looking at the tab on her finger, Yolanda couldn’t help laughing. 

Antwan thought he could win her back with a tab? How cheap was she in his heart? 

Yolanda shook his hand away, took off the tab, and flung it at Antwan. “It suits Jaslyn better! It’s too good for me!” 

She strode toward the door. 

“I’ll wait for you at the City Hall at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Don’t come if you dare!” Antwan shouted behind her. 

Yolanda left without stopping. 

“Yolanda!” 

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Elvis caught up to her with an apologetic look on his face. 

“Antwan was deeply wounded. You…” He meant to put in a good word for Antwan. But he was too embarrassed to finish his sentence. Antwan had crossed the line. 

“I’ll let Jaslyn know it’s not like I can’t live without her! She won’t marry me, but someone else will!” Antwan shouted in the private room. 

Yolanda shook her head and smiled. 

“See? He’s only mad at Jaslyn. He doesn’t really wanna marry me.” 

“Jaslyn isn’t right for him.” 

“None of my business. If you still see me as a friend, respect me. He and I broke up.” 

Elvis stared at Yolanda. For the first time, he realized how determined she was. 

She meant it. It was over between Antwan and her. 

Yolanda came back to Brent’s villa. She hadn’t had dinner yet. Her stomach was growling. 

On her way back, she visited a convenience store and bought pasta. 

There was nothing but a pot in the kitchen. When the boiled pasta was ready, Yolanda couldn’t find a bowl in the kitchen. She could only eat from the pot. 

Just then, Brent sent her a picture of pasta with beef. 

“I made the braised beef last night. I only needed to boil pasta and add chopped chives and slices of beef to it in the morning. Quite convenient.” 

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Yolanda smiled when she saw the picture and read his words. 

She found him odd. 

He was already acting like a fiance. When Yolanda read his messages, it felt like he was talking to himself. 

She thought about it, took a picture of her pasta, and sent it to him. 

Before long, Brent replied, “Would you like a taste of my pasta?” 

Yolanda sent an applauding emoji but felt inappropriate afterward. 

Just then, Brent said, “I’ll cook for you when I get back.” 

Somehow, Yolanda was touched, feeling warm and happy. 

She went to work early the next morning and started making rounds of the wards in the inpatient department. As soon as she came to the ob–gyn, head nurse Sariah took her to the VIP ward upstairs. 

“The hospital’s president wants you to admit a patient.” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah. It has to be you.” 

When they got there, Yolanda saw Antwan leaning against the wall in the hallway. 

His head was still bandaged with gauze. He was smoking. Irritation was written all over his face. 

Smoking was forbidden in the inpatient department. But coming and going, none of the doctors and nurses dared to stop him. 

Sariah left after telling her which ward the patient was in. 

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Yolanda came to the ward behind Antwan. 

The door was shut. Through the glass window, she saw Jaslyn lying in the bed. 

Jaslyn slit her own wrist last night. 

Sariah said there was nothing serious. The wound would heal automatically even if the patient hadn’t been taken to the hospital. 

But suicide was scary itself. It caused a sensation when the patient was delivered after midnight. 

When Antwan saw Yolanda, it was like his anger finally had an outlet. He tossed the unfinished cigarette on the floor and stepped on it hard. 

“She committed suicide for an irresponsible scumbag like that! Is it worth it? Is it?” 

Yolanda raised her eyebrows. “You’re asking me?” 

“Women understand women. 

Yolanda sneered, “It’s not. I wouldn’t hurt myself for a scumbag.” 

Antwan frowned. “What are you implying?” 

“You asked me. 

Ignoring the furious Antwan, Yolanda pushed the door open and entered the ward. 

This was the best VIP room in the hospital, as luxurious as a hotel suite. 

Lying in the double bed, Jaslyn was on an IV and crying. 

She turned her head to the window when she saw Yolanda. 

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Yolanda walked over, examined her wrist, and diagnosed with a 

stethoscope. 

“I looked at the examination report. The wound in your wrist isn’t serious. The fetus is in a stable condition. Don’t worry too much.” 

“Where is he?” Jaslyn asked, weeping. 

“Who?” 

“Antwan.” 

“Mr. Navarro is outside.” 

“Why didn’t he come in to see me?” 

Yolanda fell silent. What a couple of weirdos. 

Why were they asking her these questions? 

“I knew he was here last night. But he wouldn’t see me. I knew I hurt him deeply this time. I promise it won’t happen again. I’m over that man.” 

“Ms. Peterson, wait a second. I’ll bring Mr. Navarro inside.” 

“No, this is meant for you.” 

Jaslyn turned to Yolanda. Despite the tear stains on her face, she still looked proud. 

“At first, I intended to have a sham marriage with Antwan to fool the public. But now, I truly wanna marry him.” 

Yolanda smacked her tongue. 

That was the benefit of having a backup. There was always someone to fill the vacancy of a fiance or a fiancée. 

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Yolanda was Antwan’s backup, and Antwan was Jaslyn’s. 

“Why are you telling me this?” Yolanda thought it ridiculous. 

“I just hope you’ll leave Antwan alone. Stop pestering him.” 

“I’m pestering him?” 

“I know you love him. But he loves me. If I’m with him, you’ll never stand 

a chance.” Jaslyn sighed, “Of course, the eight years you were with Antwan should mean something. I’ll compensate you.” 

Yolanda couldn’t believe her ears. 

She thought, “Compensate me? Funny!” 

With her hands tucked in the pockets of her lab coat, Yolanda sneered, “You know what? Antwan proposed to me last night.” 

Jaslyn tensed up. 

“If I say yes, I’ll be his wife soon.” 

“He only loves me.” 

“So? After all, in the past eight years, I slept with him, and you slept with someone else.” 

“How could you?” 

“If you really wanna compensate me, make it right. Otherwise, how can I leave a ‘wonderful‘ man like Antwan?”