When Love Turns to Dust
When my mom texted me, urging me to go home for a blind date, Charles had just finished with me.
His warm breath brushed against the back of my ear, sending a tingling sensation straight to my heart.
He wiped away the traces on my skin with gentle care, but when he spoke, his voice was chillingly indifferent.
"Since Mrs. Shaw is pushing you, you should head back soon."
I thought he was jealous, and a surge of sweetness filled my heart. I quickly grabbed his wrist, telling him my feelings.
"Charles, I want to stay with you. I'm not going anywhere!"
He froze for a moment, then let out a derisive laugh. One by one, he pried my fingers off.
"You didn't actually think I was jealous, did you?"
Tucking my damp, messy hair behind my ear, he remained as gentle as ever, but his words were almost cruel.
"Rose is pure and innocent. I couldn't bring myself to touch her before marriage, so I used you to satisfy my needs. However, now, our engagement is set. She'll soon be my rightful wife. You're no longer needed."