“So, you’ve been taking some wrong medicine without notifying me?” A soft voice whispers while reviewing the report again. The voice belongs to a girl the same age as Charlotte. Charlotte frowns, tilting her head quizzically—she has never taken anything besides her prescribed medication. “I don’t think I’ve taken any other medicine. Explain,” she asks, stretching her mouth and raising her eyebrows. Her friend’s words don’t make sense. Sandra Portia, a gynecologist and physiologist, is Charlotte’s one and only confidante. Sandra knows everything about Charlotte—her life at home, how Brian betrayed her, and about her husband, Edward Rodriguez. Overall, she knows everything Charlotte wants her to know. Now, putting the reports aside, Sandra turns her full attention to her best friend, who is also her regular patient. She intertwines her hands, her expression serious. Charlotte braces herself. “Look, we found a significant amount of cocaine in your blood. Since I know you wouldn’t take
As Edward wheels into his bedroom, he finds Charlotte nodding off, with a magazine resting on her chest. She looks exhausted and pale. He moves closer to her and gently rubs the middle of her eyebrows to help her relax before carefully placing her head on the pillow. The moonlight dances across her sleepy, calm face in slow motion. “You are the same as her. Pure and beautiful,” he whispers, gazing at the moon that shines on the world along with Charlotte's beautiful face. A sharp exhale leaves a bitter expression on his face, and a heaviness shrouds his heart. He wheels outside, stopping before the garden. “Edward! This garden is a sign of our unconditional love. We will shower in moonlight every month. Promise!” Edward’s lips curve into a sweet smile as he recalls those words, replaying the scenes of a girl enjoying the moonlight, dancing under it, making promises that were never fulfilled, and loving him unconditionally. “I still miss you, my Moonshine,” he says softly, clenching
The hall room is splendidly decorated. The wedding will take place at a nearby church, close to the House of Milestones. The Hawks family has agreed to hold the wedding luxuriously yet traditionally, as their family follows deep-rooted traditions. The after-wedding party and other festivities will be held at Milestone’s Villa. Rachel checks herself in the mirror, touching the necklace Brian gifted her. She feels proud to be the wife of a millionaire who doesn't hesitate to spend money on her. “What a heaven I’ve found,” she exclaims, giving a soft chuckle. However, her eyes catch the reflection of a certain person standing by the door, holding a child’s hand. Fury flares up in her eyes as she notices the appearance of the girl. How could she look more beautiful than Rachel, who is supposed to be the most gorgeous lady here? Anger surges through her as she gasps, her jealousy rising. She stands up, planting a fake bright smile on her face before heading toward the girl. “Sister! You’
“Cupcake, I’m so sorry for being late. Did you miss Dad?” Charlotte gasps awake as the wind brushes against her face. She starts hyperventilating, trying desperately to recall the voice from her dream. Who called her Cupcake? Who was late? She questions herself while feeling the scorching heat beneath her skin. She rubs at it and groans in silent pain. “Charlotte! Don’t rub your skin!” A shout makes her flinch, halting her movements. She looks down at herself, realizing her entire body is red with rashes. Confused, she glances up at her best friend, who is holding her hand with concern. “What’s wrong with me? Why am I here?” she asks, lying down on her bed in Edward’s villa. “You fainted, and Edward brought you here. I was at the wedding too, thanks to my parents forcing me to go. I think it was for the best.” Sandra places a wet tissue on Charlotte’s hand, pressing it lightly. “Anyway, Charlotte, what did you eat today?” She asks with a serious tone. Charlotte tilts her head, sti
She cries out of excitement, no longer thinking about harming Charlotte. Shayne, who once harbored intense hatred for Charlotte, now embraces her, caring little about DNA tests. She doesn’t care if Charlotte turns out not to be her sister after all. Just the thought of someone who might be her sister brings her comfort. Shayne hasn’t seen her parents since that fateful night. At just six years old, she said goodbye to them without knowing it would be forever. She loved her younger sister deeply. Her four-year-old sister’s birthday was that night. Shayne had known her parents would leave for an urgent meeting and might not take her with them. Used to being left at home with her grandparents because of work, she didn’t whine about not going. However, she did wish to join them and explore a new city. “So, Charlotte! How is Edward treating you?” Shayne asks, pouring hot tea into Charlotte’s cup. Charlotte looks at her, knowing Shayne has been in love with her husband. “He is quite a ge
“Shouldn't you turn yourself in, sister?” Charlotte’s nonchalant response makes Shayne’s smile fade. Shayne has been planning to confess her crime to the police but she feels no regret about killing the girl. “I will when the right time comes,” she answers while driving. Shayne plans to take her grandparents back to the house she recently bought. The old house had to be sold because of Charlotte’s father’s conspiracy. They’ve been on the run for years to stay safe. Knowing who the culprit is, Shayne intends to handle her business before turning herself in to the police. As the car stops in front of the villa, Charlotte unfastens her seatbelt and attempts to get out. She is startled when she feels herself being pulled down. She closes her eyes in shock and lands in a warm embrace. “Where have you been? I’ve been searching for you all afternoon!” Edward’s heart pounds loudly, making Charlotte freeze. He’s visibly nervous, something she didn’t expect. “I’m fine. I went to the old n
He wheels himself into the bedroom after reviewing the files for tomorrow’s meetings. His eyes roam around the room. Charlotte isn’t here. He glances at his wristwatch; it’s already past midnight and she’s not in the bedroom. A stinging pain presses on his heart. He wheels back around and checks the rooms on the first floor. The guest room is locked from the outside. She’s not on the first floor. When his gaze shifts upstairs, he notices the light in Suzy’s room. So, she’s in her room. Edward exhales sharply, staring at the room from downstairs for a long time before returning to his own room. He feels guilty for the words he said to her. He feels responsible for hurting her. Like she said, she wants to give her future to this relationship, but he has decided to give his future to her. But things aren’t going as he planned. He still remembers the day he first met her. Her shiny eyes weren’t on him, but those eyes made him stop breathing for a few seconds. Yes, he felt like he fell
When people start receiving a lot of attention from someone special, they often begin to see themselves as that person's special one. It’s not their fault; everyone seeks affection, attention, and comfort from those closest to them. Charlotte recalls all the days from her wedding until now. Edward has always given her that kind of affection. He called her "his wife" and was possessive right from their second kiss, after learning about her engagement to Brian. He stood by her side when she was accused of Suzy’s mother abandoning Suzy. Unintentionally, silently, and without awareness of her feelings, Edward has replaced Brian in Charlotte’s heart. She now feels the pain of her unspoken love for Edward, desperately and hopelessly. She is in love with Edward more than she realizes. And she is heartbroken, knowing she is nothing but a responsibility. “Charlotte! CHARLOTTE!” A female voice jolts her from her thoughts. She startles, turning her attention to the speaker. Maria, holding j