“ Oh! You two are here.” Shayne approaches Edward and Charlotte, who are still debating their lunch options. The vibrant energy of the bustling restaurant contrasts with the intimate moment between the three. Charlotte’s face lights up as she spots Shayne. She stands up from her seat, her warm smile growing wider. “Sis…” “ Don’t call me Sis! Naughty girl. Did you check my message?” Shayne teases, lightly flicking Charlotte’s forehead. Her eyes then shift to Edward, who is intently studying the menu. “Can I have a hug, my baby sister?” Shayne extends her arms, her face glowing with happiness. Charlotte immediately envelops Shayne in a heartfelt hug, the joy of discovering her real family bubbling up inside her. It’s a poignant moment of reunion that fills her with a deep sense of belonging. “ Edward! Shayne is really my sister,” Charlotte exclaims, her excitement evident. She turns to Edward, who smiles knowingly, as if he was already aware of this revelation. “ What? You’re not su
Charlotte was born into a loving family, but fate played its cruel hand. She stares at her computer monitor, her heart sinking as she reviews the property deeds. The result is devastating: all of Milestone’s property is registered under her name. The realization makes her feel like a stranger in her own life, craving family love from the wrong family. Her eyes fall on a particular line that makes her pause. Her parents had left her a pair of rings as a wedding gift, intended for when she grew up into a fine lady. The knowledge of this small token of love from them is bittersweet amidst the realization of her predicament. How could she reclaim what was rightfully hers and exact revenge for her parents' deaths? The path forward seems obscured by uncertainty. Although Edward and Shayne have offered their support, Charlotte feels the need to handle this on her own. She fears that involving them could put them in danger, particularly if her fake parents discover Shayne’s true identity. Ed
“Master hasn't returned yet, Madam!” Hearing the servant’s report about Edward’s absence, Charlotte frowns, reflecting on how recently she seldom sees Edward around her. Where did things go wrong? she questions herself once more, feeling a sense of abandonment. Edward’s presence, which was once a constant source of comfort and joy, has now become a rare occurrence. “He must be bored of me. As expected,” she mutters, entering the bedroom with a sigh. The sadness in her heart remains unshaken. She loves Edward, who always appeared before her with a smile despite the challenges in his company. But recently, his absence has grown more pronounced. He hasn’t called even once, leaving her to wonder about their wedding date. “What’s my wedding date?” she asks herself as she searches for the information on her phone. But just as she’s about to look it up, her phone buzzes. A soft smile spreads across her face, hoping it’s Edward. Her smile fades as she sees the caller ID: Andrew. “Yes… And
“Charlotte! Wake up!” Her eyelids flutter as Edward's soft but insistent voice pulls her from sleep. She stirs beside him, having spent the entire night taking care of him. “Mm? Are you okay? What's wrong?” she gasps, panic setting in as she scans the dimly lit room, her vision still blurry from sleep. “Don’t panic. I’m fine,” Edward reassures her in a soothing tone. “Then why? Are you hungry? Should I reheat the porridge?” she asks, stifling a yawn and rubbing her tired eyes. “I’m sorry, but I need to eat something right now. I haven’t had anything all day!” His voice carries a note of guilt. He had tried to hold back from waking her up, wishing he could have managed on his own. But it wasn’t feasible in his condition, and he didn’t want to cause Charlotte more trouble. “Okay. I’ll prepare something for you. You should stay still. Don’t move. The fever has finally gone,” she says, pressing her hand gently on his forehead and then comparing it to her own to gauge the temperature.
“Can you help me with this? I want to punish my parents' murderers!” Charlotte addresses Lauren, who is stirring his coffee. He has been silently reviewing all the documents she provided, taking in every piece of information. “It’s possible. However, how did you find out that the property is under your name? I’m sure they wouldn’t want anyone to know about it!” Charlotte frowns and replies, “I asked my sister; she sent me a copy. Here it is!” She pulls out the files she printed before coming here. Shayne had sent her a copy of the land deeds yesterday. “I see. Don’t worry about it. I will do my best to investigate this,” Lauren assures her. “Thank you, Mr. Lauren. I’m at a loss for what to do right now. My life has turned into a lie overnight.” She offers a sad smile while gathering her things. But Lauren stops her. “Shall we have lunch together? It’s been a while since we last met,” he suggests, making a pleading face. Charlotte feels a pang of guilt but must decline. She n
It is probably for the best... Charlotte gazes at Edward, who sleeps soundly with her nestled in his embrace. The early morning light transforms into a vivid, refreshing scene, amplified by the sight of her husband upon waking. His face, the first thing she sees each morning, sends her heart racing. Her eyes flutter as she takes in his serene, handsome visage. The familiar frown on his forehead is absent today, making him look extraordinarily captivating. With a gentle touch, she places her hand on his chest, lifts slightly, and presses a tender kiss to his lips. Her cheeks flush with a warm, shyness. The depth of her love for this man feels boundless and consuming. She can’t imagine ever loving anyone else as profoundly. It's striking how Edward has filled the void in her heart with boundless affection. Where she once believed she didn’t deserve love, he has transformed her life into something extraordinarily beautiful. “Done watching?” Charlotte jumps at Edward's soft whisper, h
“Hello, Mrs. Charlotte Rodriguez!” Lauren waves as she steps away from a group of distinguished guests. Charlotte feels uneasy amidst the crowd, aware that her status as the daughter-in-law of the illustrious Rodriguez family makes her a focal point of interest. Lauren’s familiar face brings her comfort. He treats her with the ease and familiarity she appreciates. “I didn’t expect to see you here. You usually avoid such gatherings,” Charlotte remarks, glancing at Edward, who is engaged in conversation with other businessmen. “I couldn’t decline the invitation, especially given that it’s from your family. By the way, you look stunning in this dress,” Lauren compliments, his eyes lingering appreciatively as he takes in her appearance. Charlotte blushes, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “My husband chose it for me. He has an excellent sense of fashion.” “No wonder! Both of you are dressed in matching outfits,” Lauren notes, his gaze shifting to Edward, who is wearing a cu
Pinching her own palm, Sandra bites her bottom lip, trying to suppress the rising tide of guilt. Her gaze drifts towards Suzy, who is happily devouring her birthday cake. The sight of her innocent joy tugs at Sandra's heartstrings. She knew about Suzy the first time she met her with Charlotte. The resemblance, the expressions—everything had made it painfully clear that her sister Jennifer had lied about Suzy's death. Yet, Sandra had no intention of confessing or accepting Suzy into her life. She had convinced herself that Jennifer and Andrew’s relationship was exclusive, and she would only be an unwelcome third party. But now, with everything coming to light, Sandra feels overwhelming guilt. She had deliberately abandoned her own daughter, a choice that now weighs heavily on her conscience. The realization that she had been running from her responsibilities makes her question what could be worse than this self-inflicted torment. “Auntie Sandra! Are you sad?” Suzy’s voice, filled with