Charlotte remained silent.
Issac’s seemingly composed face couldn’t completely hide his discomfort.
The phone continued vibrating–first calls, then video chat requests, followed by an unrelenting barrage of text messages, one after another, bold and demanding.
The tension in the room escalated.
“Well? Your girlfriend seems desperate to reach you,” Charlotte remarked with biting sarcasm.
Issac finally reached for the phone, switched it off without even looking at it, and placed it back on the
nightstand.
He felt her forehead. “You’re still running a fever. Get some rest–I’ll stay right here and take care of you.”
Charlotte lay back down and closed her eyes.
An hour later, her breathing became even, suggesting she had fallen asleep.
Issac grabbed his phone from the nightstand, powered it on while walking to the balcony, and after reading the texts, made a call. “Are you okay? Don’t worry, don’t be scared. I’ll be right there…”
He spoke in hushed tones, returned to grab his jacket, and left.
Behind him, Charlotte quietly opened her eyes.
She hadn’t been asleep at all.
She wondered what she was still hoping for. A man who strays is like fruit going bad–it only gets worse…
At 4:30 AM, Issac returned.
Seeing Charlotte still “asleep,” he sighed with relief, touched her forehead–the fever had broken.
He went to the bathroom to shower.
Soon, he came out in his robe, got into bed, and wrapped his arm around her waist.
Once he was sound asleep, Charlotte gently removed his arm and sat up, coldly examining his sleeping face. He was still handsome–thin lips, sexy Adam’s apple, and…
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Her gaze fell on the row of small bite marks across his collarbone.
The pain that shot through her chest felt like a knife.
And that body, now contaminated and filthy. In that moment, she even considered smothering him with a pillow.
When Issac woke up, Charlotte was already out of bed.
As he came downstairs, she was wearing an apron, having prepared breakfast for both of them, calling
him to eat.
“Your fever just broke. You should have slept longer.” Issac approached to feel her forehead, but Charlotte subtly dodged. “It was just a minor cold. I’m fine.”
She removed her apron and sat down.
Issac looked at his empty hand, slightly embarrassed, but seeing her calm demeanor, no longer angry, he
didn’t think much of it.
He sat down.
“So I’ve been thinking about something,” Charlotte said casually, buttering her toast.
“What’s on your mind?” Issac asked between gulps of orange juice.
“I’m quitting Harmonex.”
Issac nearly choked. Before he could recover, she continued with a careless shrug, “I’m over the corporate grind. All these years of nothing but work? I’m done. Time to live the pampered trophy wife life everyone thinks I already have.”
Issac studied her, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious. What, shocked that your workaholic wife might actually want to enjoy life for once?” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
After considering it, Issac agreed. “Not working is fine. You can stay at home. We can try for a baby.”
Charlotte smiled noncommittally.
Sure, she thought. You’d love that–me as your baby–making machine while you continue your nightly escapades with your “Sugar Baby.” Keep dreaming.
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“I’ll handle the resignation paperwork in the next few days. I’m thinking of traveling to Europe with Summer. It’s been ages since I’ve taken a real vacation.”
“Summer has time for a European vacation? Her law firm must be pretty flexible.”
“She’s making it work. That’s what real friends do–they show up when you need them.” Charlotte’s sweet smile carried a sharp edge.
Issac fell silent, seemingly thinking about something.
After a while, he said, “A trip would be good. I’ll arrange everything in advance. You won’t have to worry
about anything–just enjoy yourself.”
Charlotte smiled again, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
Soon, I’ll be saying goodbye to you for good.
With the gash on her forehead still raw and obvious, Charlotte didn’t want to show up at the office looking like she’d been in a barfight during her resignation. She took a few more days off to let it heal.
With extra time on her hands, she began methodically packing her clothes, shoes, and bags, moving them piece by piece to her new place.
A little today, a little tomorrow–the closet was becoming noticeably empty. Anyone paying attention
would have noticed.
But Issac remained completely oblivious.
She even took their wedding photo out to the yard and burned it right in front of him, but he was too busy looking at his phone, occasionally chuckling and happily texting back.
If only he had spared one second to look up at his wife through the floor–to–ceiling windows…
Charlotte stood in the fading sunlight, watching his delighted face for a long time.
Only when the lighter burned her fingertip did she finally let go, resigned.
The flames consumed the gasoline, illuminating the wedding photo in the metal bin. In it, she looked so sweet and happy, and his eyes were filled with her… Then slowly, their faces distorted, melted, and finally became nothing but black ashes…
A sudden suffocating pressure seized her heart as she stared at the pile of ashes, her eyes misting over.
“What are you burning?”
Issac finally noticed the activity outside and came to look.
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Charlotte tilted her head back, forcibly suppressing her emotions. “Nothing, just some…” She turned to look at him, her slightly reddened eyes accompanied by a gentle smile. “Useless trash.”
