Was her life designed for betrayal? Charlotte asks herself after reading the article of the very famous design, On Moon. Her very first piece of design. And the person who has a very shiny picture next to the design is no one but a person who had betrayed her in the worst way possible.“ Edward loves her.” She mumbles turning her phone off. Her heart feels numb. She grabs the cocktail and gulps it down at once. Her eyes are fighting to shed but she doesn't want to.Maria notices her expression. It's giving a positive vibe that the design belongs to her. Then why would Edward's girlfriend do it? Some questions better be unquestioned for the time being. Or it will make the victim suffer. She lets Charlotte drink for a while until she stops her.“ It's getting late. Everyone will be worried about us.” Maria takes the glass away from her. Charlotte nods, standing up. Her eyes are still on the floor.Maria holds her hand to walk her to the car. She has already called her driver to receive
“ So you want to start getting therapy?” Shayne's lips press lightly into a smile. She leans against the wall of her bedroom, watching the sunlight dance with the curtains. “ Yes. How long will it take?” Edward answers in a low tone, his hand running through Charlotte's hair. His eyes are on her, full of both love and longing. “ Probably two to three months since you haven’t had any further treatment after your primary therapy.” Shayne jumps off the bed, removing the curtains, and smiles brightly, closing her eyes as the sunlight caresses her face. “ OK! Let's do it. But you have to keep it a secret.” “ Why?” “I want to surprise her for our first wedding anniversary.” His eyes shine, and a faint blush highlights his feelings for his wife. “That sounds great. I think my sister will love it.” Her eyes sharpen with a smile that doesn’t quite fit her lips. She nibbles her bottom lip with an air of obsession over something. “I will wait for you in my office. Don’t be late. The longe
An allowed gasp escapes Charlotte when Andrew glares at her out of nowhere. Her heart races as she wonders why everyone seems to misunderstand her. This time, she doesn’t want to be a pitiful victim hiding behind anyone. She’s determined to confront him and find out if he has a valid reason for accusing her of bullying his girlfriend and Suzy's mother. However, Charlotte is surprised by one thing: why don’t people investigate both sides before making accusations? After signaling the servant to take Suzy to kindergarten, Charlotte asks for breakfast. She plans to eat first before dealing with Andrew. “Tell me! Is it true that you bullied my girlfriend and that’s why she left the country?” Andrew repeats his question. Charlotte, who is stabbing her fork into cucumber slices, lifts her sharp eyes to him. “Even if someone bullied me, I would never abandon my child. Andrew. No mother would abandon her children. Anyway, who is your girlfriend again?” Edward and Andrew look surprised at
Charlotte’s eyes move nonchalantly over the designs she’s responsible for selecting. Her dedication and unique designs have earned her the role of director of the raw design department, thanks to James’s extra attention. However, her mind keeps drifting after learning about Edward’s ex-girlfriend and her true identity. “I should stop overthinking. No matter who she is, she’s part of the past now. I don’t want to bring her up in front of Edward. He loves that girl,” she mutters, closing the files. Despite Edward’s recent public displays of affection, her insecure heart remains uneasy, fearing the possibility of being hurt by those she loves. To maintain her calm, she inhales deeply and exhales slowly. She needs to submit the final draft to James this afternoon, after which she might get two days off to spend time with Suzy. Lately, Charlotte has been pleased with Suzy’s progress. Andrew frequently visits his daughter, and his attention has positively influenced Suzy’s behavior toward
“ 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.