My WIFE

Charlotte POV

Shocked, I felt Aaron's hand being abruptly pulled away from me, and as I turned, I was bewildered to find Dylan standing there. He swiftly grasped my hand and insisted, "We need to talk." Ignoring the curious gazes of onlookers, he led me away from my seat. "Dylan, let me go," I protested, attempting to free myself from his grip, but he was resolute as he guided me to a quieter corner of the party in the park.

"What do you want?" I demanded, my frustration shown in my voice and on my face as I glared at Dylan.

"I want you, Charlotte. We need to talk. I know it hurt. All that happened." Dylan began, but I interrupted him sharply. "That's enough, Dylan. I don't want to hear it from you. Just let me forget my past, okay?" I glared at him in anger, my frustration boiling over.

"Charlotte, listen up." Dylan said as he took a step closer, but I instinctively moved backward. "I know you went through a lot, and I believe we could..." His words were cut off as Aaron rushed over