CHAPTER 77

CHARLOTTE'S POV

I had to help Owen. But how? He was in a state of frustration and devastation and I didn't know how to help him. I felt useless as a wife.

I could feel the tension radiating off him even though he tried to mask it with his usual calm demeanor but it wasn’t working. I saw through it.

My heart broke a little more each time I saw him stressed over the business, but I had no idea how to help him. I felt powerless.

I had woken up earlier and I felt the space where he was supposed to be to be empty. I sat up and saw him across the room, sitting at the couch with papers scattered around, his brows furrowed in frustration. I wanted to do something. Anything.

But I didn’t even know where to start. I wasn’t a businesswoman. I wasn’t even sure how these things worked, how shares and stocks and corporate betrayal played out in the real world.

I felt like I was on the outside, looking into a world I couldn’t understand. Yet, Owen was drowning in it. I got out of bed and walked