“Right? She’s not even in the same league as us. Zac was just messing around. Now that Wendy’s back, it’s time for Charlotte to pack up and leave.” Charlotte felt nothing. She knew exactly why Wendy had sent that video—part of it was to stake her claim, the other part was to humiliate her, to ru
Charlotte called Sean, and he picked up almost instantly, his voice gentle. “Lottie, do you like the dresses?” “Yes.” Charlotte nodded. “Which one do you think looks best?” On the other end, Sean chuckled, his tone indulgent. “Didn’t I already say you should just get them all? I had my assista
She had also mentioned countless times the places she wanted to visit. Zac never cared. The trips she had dreamed of taking with him two years ago? They were still just dreams. So this was what it felt like to be truly cared for. Charlotte no longer hesitated. She gave Sean the address to Za
The Bentley Continental GT in Glacier Blue was absolutely stunning. Its unique color caught Charlotte’s eye instantly. She loved it. A sharply dressed man stepped out of the car, handing her the keys with a respectful nod. “Miss Riley, this is a gift from Mr. Jasper.” Charlotte took the keys,
Wendy’s eyes lit up the moment she saw the car. She didn’t even try to hide her excitement, running her hands over the sleek exterior like a kid in a candy store. “Zac, take a picture of me.” She positioned herself next to the car, using the tinted window as a mirror to fix her hair. Of course
Charlotte let out an easy laugh, unfazed. “That’s right. Because you never really knew me.” Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she turned to Wendy. “Miss Cooper, are you sure you don’t want a picture? I’m about to drive off.” Wendy’s expression darkened. She wanted to—badly. But with Cha
The night before the trial, Charlotte was in the shower when she suddenly heard the sharp crash of something shattering in her bedroom. Her heart clenched. She quickly rinsed off, threw on her nightgown, and rushed out to check. The room was empty. But on the floor—scattered in jagged shards—w
The day Sue was discharged, the sky was a clear, crisp blue after a night of snow. Trees on both sides of the road glistened under the morning sun, their branches coated in ice. Desmond drove to the hospital himself to pick her up. The car ride was silent, weighed down by an unspoken heaviness.
Sean and Charlotte were walking close, chatting and laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.Zac muttered under his breath, “Out of the hospital already? Tough guy.”Eugene guessed the man beside Charlotte had to be her fiancé.Before he could say anything, Zac opened the car door and ste
Lately, Zac had been running around nonstop trying to secure investors.Most of the businesses in Jersey City weren’t even considering putting money into the Gibson Corporation, so he had no choice but to look elsewhere. He had been spending more time in hotels and on airplanes than anywhere else.T
Charlotte wasn’t ready to let it go. “There’s no rough timeline? Not even a guess?”“If I had to say,” Sean replied, “probably when you were in high school. That time Eric Lee was bothering you. I punched him, and that’s when it hit me. I realized there was something different about how I felt about
Zac’s words echoed in Charlotte’s mind like a curse, refusing to let her rest. They kept swirling in her head, leaving her distracted and uneasy.So much so that when she visited Sean at the hospital the next day, she looked completely lost in thought.“Lottie, what’s on your mind?” Sean asked.Her
“Yes, Mrs. Jasper,” Charlotte replied.Lillian turned to Sean. “Did you eat enough? I brought all your favorites. Do you want a little more?”Sean shook his head with a soft smile. “No need. Lottie made lunch herself. It was perfect and I finished every bite.”Lillian’s face lit up with a warm, moth
By the time Sean snapped out of his daze, he saw that the tray table in front of him was already filled with a plate of sautéed greens, tender poached beef, fluffy white rice, and a bowl of homemade soup“You made all this?” he asked with a soft smile. “What kind of soup is it?”“Chicken soup,” Char
Sean’s lips, still pale as paper, curved into a faint smile. “Alright. I promise.”Not long after James and Lillian stepped out of the ICU, James’s phone rang. The voice on the other end was sharp with urgency.“Mr. Jasper—bad news. Something’s happened!”At the detention center, Judy claimed she wa
Charlotte had been worried sick all afternoon. Now that Sean was finally out of danger, she just wanted to see him.After all, he had taken that knife for her.“Let’s go. You’re coming home with me,” Desmond said sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.But Charlotte shook her head, her eyes
Charlotte lowered her head. “It was all my fault.”Lillian turned to her sharply. “What do you mean by that?”Charlotte took a deep breath and explained everything from the rooftop—every detail, every decision.Mrs. Jasper Sr.’s expression darkened. “So Sean took that knife for you?”Charlotte’s lip