Charlotte devoted six years to being the perfect wife and the efficient secretary—loyal, and the quiet force behind Drake Watson’s corporate empire. She sacrificed her career, her dreams, and even her dignity. But when betrayal shattered her world, she lost everything, including the child she never got to hold, the moment her husband’s mistress, Mia, returned from Paris. After a devastating loss, Charlotte finally resigns, files for divorce, and walks away from Drake. Drake believed losing her was just an inconvenience until she returned, not as his wife, but as his worst nightmare. Now a powerful CEO in her own right, she’s no longer the obedient secretary who lived in his shadow. She’s his rival, and the one woman he can’t afford to underestimate. But what happens when the woman he cast aside becomes the storm that could bring him down, not just in business, but in the one place that will hurt him the most… his heart. Drake isn’t the man she thought he was. As she rises in the corporate world, he fights to pull her back into his arms. But can she trust the man who once shattered her? And will revenge be enough… when love still burns between them?
View MorePain came first—a relentless throb behind my eyelids that pulsed with each heartbeat. I couldn't remember how I'd gotten here, only that something vital had been ripped away. My body felt hollow, a vessel drained of purpose. Sunlight slashed through half-drawn curtains, the brightness an assault on my fragile consciousness. It's gone. My baby is gone. Memory flickered at the edges of my mind, cruel and clear. The confrontation with Mia—my husband's mistress—standing in his penthouse office, manicured nails tapping against an envelope. "He doesn't want this complication. Get rid of it, or he will." Then the stress, the collapse, the blood. "Hey, you're finally awake." The voice came from somewhere to my left, soft with concern. I turned my head, wincing at the effort it took. Sabrina sat beside the bed, dark circles beneath her eyes suggesting she hadn't slept. My friend's usually immaculate appearance was disheveled, her designer blouse wrinkled from hours of vigil. "What ha
Charlotte's POV"What do you want, Mia?" I folded my arms across my chest, unconsciously shielding my still-flat stomach.Mia's ruby-red lips curved into a smile that never reached her eyes as she strode into the room with the confidence of someone who believed they already owned everything in it. The door clicked shut behind her with a finality that made me shiver."You sent Drake a message, didn't you?" Mia's voice carried a melodic lilt that somehow made her words even more cutting. Her gaze dropped momentarily to my midsection before returning to her face, the flicker of disgust unmistakable.I felt my spine stiffen. "Whatever I sent to Drake is between him and me.""Is it, though?" Mia moved further into the room, trailing manicured fingers across the pristine desk surface. Her Louboutins clicked against the hardwood floor like a metronome counting down my remaining dignity. " he forwarded your little... announcement... straight to my phone. With commentary. He wants you to get r
Drake’s POVI was sitting in my office with Mia, and just being around her filled me with a lightness I hadn’t felt in six years. If she hadn't begged me with those pleading eyes back then, I never would have let her leave for that modeling contract in Paris.Mia and I met at a gala seven years ago. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was magnetic. Being with her felt effortless. Charlotte, on the other hand, had been a complication from the start.We first crossed paths in high school, but our real connection happened much later, in a hotel room I barely remember. By then, she had earned her MBA and was working at my father’s company. I never saw her as anything serious, but she forced my hand.Even though we both gained something from this marriage, I knew she had been desperate to make it happen. She acted as if she loved me, but in reality, she only wanted to secure her position in my family's business once I inherited it. She never wanted me, only the title of Mrs. Watson, the power th
"You heard me. Apologize to Mia." Drake insisted again while my heart was still sinking from his last words.Pride warred with practicality as humiliation crawled up my throat. But what choice did I have?"I'm sorry," I whispered, the words tasting like ashes on my tongue.Mia's lips curved into a smile of pure triumph. She patted Drake's shoulder, gazing up at him adoringly. "It's okay, Drake. It was just an accident. Charlotte didn't mean it."My hands clenched at my sides. Six years. Six years of sacrifice, compromise, and unwavering loyalty. And in this moment, she meant less to him than a stranger."Go clean yourself up," Drake said offhandedly. "Mia, use my credit card to order a replacement for your outfit. Charlotte, clean up this mess before my next appointment arrives."Mia stood, pressing a soft kiss to Drake's cheek before sauntering past Charlotte. She didn't speak, but her smirk communicated volumes.Shocked, I felt something essential unraveling inside me. As if my enti
Drake’s laughter filled the room, rich and unrestrained. A sound so foreign— because he had never laughed like that with me.The realization stung, sharp and unforgiving.I stepped into his office, my presence an uninvited disruption.His gaze snapped to mine. Cold. Impatient. Not surprised, but annoyed.Mia's lips curled in satisfaction, but I caught a flicker of something calculating in her eyes—a predator sizing up its prey."I've heard quite a bit about you, Ms...""Mrs. Charlotte Watson," I supplied answers, my voice steadier than I felt. The name I’d carried for six years suddenly felt like borrowed clothing..Mia’s smile widened as she extended a perfectly manicured hand. Confidence. Untouchable.“Hmm, you don’t have that title anymore, darling. I was his first love, and soon, I'll be his fiancée.”The words pierced through me with surgical precision. How could she have the audacity to say that directly to my face? My stomach contracted painfully as a wave of cold dread washed
Charlotte’s POVMonday mornings always feel the same, dreadful.For six years, I’ve followed the same routine: waking up before dawn, dressing in muted elegance, and arriving at Watson Holdings as both Drake Watson’s secretary and wife. The title wife was supposed to mean something, but in reality, it was just a formality. It was an empty title given to a woman he never really noticed.My eyes are set to meet the man who never treated me the way I had desperately hoped. He never fulfilled my dream of a complete and fulfilling marriage with him. As my driver pulls up in front of the towering glass monolith, unease creeps up my spine. Something feels… off.“The Watson Holdings Tower is coming up, ma’am,” my new driver said, cutting into my thoughts.“Which entrance, ma’am?” the driver asks, eyeing me through the mirror.“Take me to the regular staff entrance. East side,” I caught the driver's confused gaze in the rearview mirror.“But…. are you Mrs. Watson? I was instructed to—”“Pleas
Charlotte’s POVMonday mornings always feel the same, dreadful.For six years, I’ve followed the same routine: waking up before dawn, dressing in muted elegance, and arriving at Watson Holdings as both Drake Watson’s secretary and wife. The title wife was supposed to mean something, but in reality, it was just a formality. It was an empty title given to a woman he never really noticed.My eyes are set to meet the man who never treated me the way I had desperately hoped. He never fulfilled my dream of a complete and fulfilling marriage with him. As my driver pulls up in front of the towering glass monolith, unease creeps up my spine. Something feels… off.“The Watson Holdings Tower is coming up, ma’am,” my new driver said, cutting into my thoughts.“Which entrance, ma’am?” the driver asks, eyeing me through the mirror.“Take me to the regular staff entrance. East side,” I caught the driver's confused gaze in the rearview mirror.“But…. are you Mrs. Watson? I was instructed to—”“Pleas...
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