Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 22: Poverty Limits My Imagination

Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Poverty Limits My Imagination

Yolanda Greenwood finished speaking in one breath and noticed that Cooper Coldson’s face had turned even more unsightly.

For over a year of marriage, she had always played the role of an obscure wife. When had she ever questioned him like this?

She felt self-reproach, guilt, and wanted to atone... especially when she thought about her behavior at the birthday banquet, she almost wished she could die and start over.

Because she had always felt that she tore apart Melissa Greenwood and Cooper Coldson, causing one to flee high and far and the other to be forced into marrying someone he didn’t love.

But what was the reality?

She was the biggest victim, covered in infamy, despised by everyone.

Especially Cooper Coldson.

The man she had truly loved for so very, very long.

"Finished speaking?"

Finally, Cooper opened his mouth, "Did Muse cancel the award eligibility for that painting?"

"..." Yolanda hadn’t checked yet.

"If it hasn’t been canceled, then it means they haven’t seen the live broadcast. I will send them the recorded screen."

As she spoke, she opened Muse’s homepage, only to be greeted with a large statement.

She was overjoyed, "A statement was issued, it must be..."

The moment Yolanda clicked into it, the smile on her face froze.

Muse had issued a statement, but it wasn’t to revoke Melissa Greenwood’s award eligibility—it was to testify for her.

Cooper silently curled his lips and strode back to the guest bedroom.

Yolanda, like a lost soul, returned to her room and collapsed on the bed, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness.

Why did it turn out like this?

She couldn’t believe that the Muse judges hadn’t watched the live broadcast, but why did they still not believe her?

Just as she was at a loss, she received a message.

[Come back to work at the company tomorrow. —Baruy Jenny Reyes.]

Yolanda sat up straight and confirmed the message several times.

Jenny had watched the broadcast and believed her?

Elated, she took her phone to look for Cooper, only to hear Jasmine King say that Cooper had already left.

Moreover, Cooper had taken his suitcase, saying he wouldn’t return for a while.

Yolanda’s heart soured viciously—it seemed apparent that Cooper had moved in with Melissa Greenwood.

All her efforts felt as pale as a joke.

After going upstairs, Yolanda felt she couldn’t continue to be so sad. She called Lola Gold.

"Lola, Baruy sent a message, telling me to go back tomorrow."

"Really? That’s great, Yolanda, I’m happy for you."

"Let’s go out and celebrate tonight, my treat."

Indeed, in this world, only Lola Gold would be happy for her.

They agreed to meet at the best, Midnight Bar, later that evening, with Cooper’s card.

When they first married, Cooper had given Yolanda a card.

Over the past year, except for daily expenses, she hadn’t spent a cent.

It wouldn’t cost anything not to spend it; she had been a nanny for a year and had earned a good salary.

Yolanda opened the closet, but she couldn’t find a single decent outfit no matter how much she searched.

Hesitating for a moment, she sent another message to Lola.

[Leaving now, Washing Mall, come shopping with me.]

An hour later, the two met at the entrance of Washing Mall.

Lola, with her palm-sized face, wore huge sunglasses, like a little star sneaking out.

"Do you need to be so exaggerated? You didn’t show your face on the live broadcast, right?"

Yolanda couldn’t help teasing her.

Lola put on a conceited face, "But I’m also a star by birth."

"Alright then, today you’re the low-key star hitting the streets, and I’m your little assistant."

Lola glanced nervously at the grand entrance of Washing Mall.

"Yolanda, everything in here is so expensive, should we go somewhere else?"

Yolanda grandly gestured, "What’s there to fear? We’ll use Cooper’s card."

Lola’s mood instantly lifted, "You should’ve said so earlier! Let’s max it out!"

And so, once they were inside, they went on a rampage, a perfect display of revenge shopping.

Inside the Coldson Group’s main conference room, Cooper Coldson’s cell phone kept pushing spending alert notifications.

[Your account 8808 has spent RMB 1203.]

[Your account 8808 has spent RMB 3610.]

[Your account 8808 has spent RMB 4832.]

...

[Your account 8808 has spent RMB 20332.]

Cooper furrowed his brows and turned off the phone: This woman has gone mad!

Yolanda and Lola returned to the Coldson Family home.

They both collapsed onto the large bed, looked at one another, and burst into laughter.

"Lola, when was the last time we shopped this heartily?"

"Yeah, it’s been a long, long time."

Since Yolanda married Cooper and Lola had a stepmother, they became the pitiable ones at the very bottom.

They didn’t dare to spend recklessly, didn’t dare buy an extra piece of clothing or a cosmetic product for themselves.

Today, most of what Yolanda bought was in twos.

"Yolanda," Lola said, feeling utterly relaxed, "do you think Cooper will flip out because we spent so much money?"

"You’re overthinking." Yolanda chuckled lightly, "Do you see that lamp by the bedside?"

Lola nodded.

"Two hundred and seventy thousand." Yolanda scoffed coldly, "What we two spent in a day couldn’t even buy a lamp from the Coldson’s."

Lola took another hard look at the lamp, sighing in frustration, "Damn, we spent too little!"

"Hahaha... wait until you become a big Internet celebrity, and I become Baruy’s chief, we will also be able to earn big money."

Yolanda was full of confidence.

Lola lay on the bed, "Yolanda, are you going to divorce Cooper?"

"As if it’s up to me to decide." Yolanda said with a bitter smile, the sourness within her rising uncontrollably.

"But... it was you who met Cooper first, you who fell in love with him first, and at that time, Cooper also..."

"Let’s not talk about the past."

Yolanda took a deep breath, pushing the tears back.

She sat up and reached out to pull Lola.

"Get up quickly; it’s getting dark. Let’s get changed in our new clothes and head out!"

"Okay, let’s go!"

After a flurry of activity.

Yolanda finally chose the boldest black strap top with a matching skirt, revealing her slender waist and long arms and legs.

A complete sexy wildcat look.

Lola wore jean shorts and a white strap top in Yolanda’s style, revealing pale, delicate limbs that drew much attention.

As the two of them headed out by taxi, they attracted many admiring glances.

They arrived at the Midnight Bar, found a seat, and ordered some fruit snacks and drinks.

Unexpectedly, after two drinks, Yolanda started to talk nonsense.

"That dog of a man, he’s not worth a damn, flaunting around every night—why should I stay home alone?"

"Why? It’s not fair!"

She looked around through bleary eyes.

"There are plenty of good-looking guys tonight; I’m going to hook up with one."

She said, attempting to stand and leave.

Lola grabbed her tightly, hesitating, "Yolanda, you’re drunk, how about we head back?"

"I’m not going back!"

Yolanda refused resolutely.

She shook off Lola’s hand vigorously, "I’m going to that table; that handsome guy has been smiling at me."

"Alright, if we’re not going back, let’s go all out tonight."

Lola hurriedly followed suit.

"Go all out, that dog Cooper isn’t going home, why should I?"

Suddenly, a wall of people appeared in front of them.

"Move out of the way!"