~Charlotte I walked into the dining room, my lips curved into a forced smile as I greeted the men at the table. "Good morning, Adam, Dylan, Albert," I said, my voice cheerful despite the storm raging inside me. "And hello to you too, Ephraim."The men chatted amicably, their words light and airy, but I didn't meet Adam's eyes. The rage and betrayal he had caused still burned hot within me, and I refused to let him see how much he had hurt me."Hey, don't be surprised if I start dating Charlotte again," Dylan smirked, the words dripping with malice. "I mean, Eleanor is carrying Adam's baby now, so I guess I'm free to do whatever I want."The air in the room grew heavy with tension, the atmosphere crackling with the unsaid.Albert, raised his hand, a warning in his gaze. "Enough, Dylan. Not now."Adam's eyes burned with rage, his jaw clenched tight.Suddenly, the sound of high heels clacking across the floor announced the arrival of Eleanor, the unmistakable sound echoing in the tense
~Charlotte A murmur rippled through the room as the man addressed me by my first name. Heads swiveled, glances shot my way, their eyes widening in surprise as they took in my expression."Mrs. Morgan?" the man next to him whispered, the note of disbelief in his voice betrayed by the weight of the title he uttered.He froze, realization dawning on his face as he took in the position of power I held within the company. He swallowed hard, composing himself with a practiced ease."Ah, Mrs.I stood there, rooted to the spot, my gaze locked with him. His eyes met mine, the shock and disbelief in them a mirror of my own.It was like a silent conversation, a dance of emotions conveyed in a single look. The tension in the room thickened, the seconds ticking by like minutes.Then, with a composed nod, the chief accountant broke the spell, gesturing to the chair next to me. "If you don't mind, Mrs. Morgan, shall we proceed with the meeting?"I lifted my chin, my voice firm and unwavering. "This
~CharlotteAt home, the air was heavy with unsaid words, the silence thick and oppressive. Adam sat on the couch, a glass of whiskey in hand, while I poured myself a glass of wine, my movements precise and measured."So," Adam began, his voice laced with subtlety. "What did you think of Noah?" I took a sip of my wine, my expression impassive, my gaze distant. "I didn't think much of him," I replied, my tone cool and disinterested. "Just another employee, another face in the crowd."Liar, my mind screamed. Every fiber of my being was on edge, my nerves frayed like a rope about to snap. But I forced myself to remain calm, to appear disinterested.Adam watched me, his eyes searching for something he couldn't find. "You seemed...tense at the meeting," he ventured, his voice low.I let out a humorless chuckle, my lips curving into a mocking smile. "Tense? Me? Whatever gave you that impression?"Adam leaned forward, his gaze intense. "You know exactly what I mean, Charlotte. You barely spo
~DylanI paced back and forth in my room, my mind racing, my heart pounding. Charlotte was mine, and I would get her back, no matter what it took.Adam thought he was so smart, using her to get back at me. But I was smarter. I knew the truth. Their marriage was a sham, a farce. And now that I knew, I had the power.I stopped pacing, a grin spreading across my face. It had been too long since I'd had her in my arms, too long since I'd tasted her lips.Charlotte. Just the thought of her name sent a shiver through me. She was smart, beautiful, everything Eleanor wasn't.Eleanor. She was nothing but a whore. A distraction. A mistake. She was nothing compared to Charlotte, who had the brains and the beauty to make a man lose his mind.In my mind, I saw Charlotte standing before me, her eyes blazing with the same passion that had first drawn me to her. I imagined running my hands through her hair, feeling the softness of her skin.I had been a fool to let her go, to let her slip through my
~DylanI clutched my cheek, the sting of the blow spreading across my face like fire. Chaos erupted around me as Ashleigh, panic-stricken, scrambled to gather her clothes, her hands shaking and her face drained of color. Her eyes darted toward the figure looming in the doorway.The figure stood there, fist still clenched, his expression cold and unforgiving. It took Ashleigh a moment, but when she recognized him, her eyes widened in horror."Noah!" she gasped, her voice trembling and barely audible. "What are you doing here?" Her eyes were wide with shock and confusion. "I thought you were tied up with work, so I decided to come here by myself."Noah’s face twisted with anger, his eyes burning with intensity. "What am I doing here?" he spat, his voice laced with contempt. "I heard you were at the club alone. I came to keep you company. But I guess you were too busy with "this guy" to even think of me."Ashleigh flinched, guilt and fear written across her face. The air thickened with t
~CharlotteMy heart was racing, and my mind was swirling with panic. We were caught in a Catch-22. If we ended the contract, it would ruin Adam’s business plans. But if we didn’t, Dylan would do it for us, and it would end up destroying Adam’s reputation and undermining the respect he had earned in his business.“There has to be another way,” I insisted, my voice quivering with desperation. “We can’t just sit here and wait for Dylan to ruin everything.”Adam’s gaze drifted away from me, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for an answer. His thoughts seemed opaque and inscrutable.He stood abruptly, his body tense and coiled like a spring ready to snap. “Maybe there is a way,” he said, his voice low and measured. “Perhaps we can use Dylan’s feelings to our advantage. If we play our cards right, we might be able to persuade him to keep quiet.”I raised my eyebrows, surprised and intrigued. “How do you propose we do that?” I asked, trying to keep up with his train of thought.Adam
~Charlotte"I slumped against the bed, the weight of my regret crushing me. My eyes felt like lead, but I forced them shut, letting the memories of Dylan wash over me like a dark tide. His face was a blur, a jumbled mix of laughter and tears, of joy and pain. I knew I'd have to face him again, to put on a mask of love and pretend that everything was fine. But the thought of it was suffocating, a weight that pressed down on my chest and made it hard to breathe.""A sigh escaped my lips, a ragged sound that seemed to tear from my very soul. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and bitter, as the weight of my sorrow threatened to consume me. I felt like I was drowning in it, like the pain was a dark sea that was pulling me under. In that moment, I knew I had to find a way to escape, to flee from the agony that was suffocating me.""I wrapped my coat around me like a shield and stepped out into the garden, the cool evening air a welcome respite from the suffocating emotions that h
~AdamI sat at my desk, staring blankly at the numbers on the computer screen. My eyes were fixed on the digits, but my mind was far from the sterile confines of the office. It wandered to Charlotte, to the tangled mess that had become our lives. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t shake the thoughts of her, the memories that cut deeper than I ever imagined.With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the regret gnawing at me. The guilt was a relentless presence, reminding me that I’d hurt her, betrayed her in ways I couldn’t take back. I had been selfish, driven by my desires, and now, the weight of those choices bore down on me like a crushing burden. My fingers drummed against the desk, a nervous habit I’d developed in moments like these.Just as I was about to let out another sigh, the phone on my desk buzzed, its shrill ring slicing through the silence. I picked up the receiver, forcing my voice to remain calm and professional. "Adam Morgan speaking."The voice on