After dinner, Wendy strolled around the living room, casually critiquing the decor. “Zac, these curtains don’t match the space at all. And this vase–ugh, it clashes with everything.”
Then she wrinkled her nose, pointing at the fresh flowers Inside. “Also, I’m allergic to pollen. Can we just get rid of these?”
The curtains were ones Charlotte had picked. The vase was something she had bought. The flower arrangement? One she had put together herself. Wendy was clearly nitpicking on purpose.
Zac barely looked up. “If you don’t like them, pick out whatever you want.” Then, as if to drive his point home, he added, “Since you’re allergic, just toss them.”
Charlotte watched them play their little game, silent and unbothered,
Not her house. Not her problem,
But Wendy mistook her sence for hurt, her eyes flashing with smug satisfaction.
“Charlotte, you’ve lost,” she silently remarked.
rs out.”
Zac called for Mrs. Zimmer, “Throw the vase and flowers
Mrs. Zimmer hesitated, stealing a glance at Charlotte before carefully saying, “Mr. Gibson, but Miss Riley bought them…”
Zac’s expression darkened, his voice growing impatient. “And? Do you not understand who owns this house? Who pays your salary?”
Charlotte’s tone was calm. “It’s fine, Mrs. Zammer. Just toss them.”
With no other choice, Mrs. Zimmer picked up the vase and lett, muttering under her breath. “Ridiculous. The man’s lost his damn mind. And that Wendy girl too–comes in, takes over, and suddenly we’re all eating nothing but rabbit food. When is this nightmare going to end?”
Meanwhile, in the living room, Wendy clung to Zac’s arm, her voice dripping with honey. “Zac, will you come with me to pick out new curtains tomorrow?
Zac glanced at Charlotte, expecting to see jealousy flicker across her face.
But she didn’t react at all.
No irritation. No sulking. No jealousy.
Nothing
A strange frustration churned in his chest.
Why wasn’t she jealous?
He had just thrown out something she had carefully picked, and she didn’t even flinch.
She was always so obedient and easygoing. He had liked that about her. But now, for some reason, it was starting to annoy him.
Maybe a little jealousy wouldn’t be so bad.
Wendy tugged on his ann, “Zac, are you even listening?”
Zac snapped back to the moment. His voice was dull, “Yeah.”
The next day, Wendy made a grand show of redecorating.
She ordered an entire shipment of home decor, directing the delivery workers to replace the curtains and swap out all the furnishings
Charlotte had chosen.
One by one, Charlotte’s belongings were thrown into the trash
When Charlotte returned home, she walked into a half–finished, chaotic mess. Wendy stood there, arms crossed, practically glowing with satisfaction as their eyes met
Charlotte didn’t react.
She barely spared the mess a glance before heading upstairs to her room
She had already packed up everything she planned to take with her. What she was throwing out was already set aside. Only a few daily essentials and a couple of outfits remained.
She had assumed she and Wendy would stay
by out of each other’s way for the last few days.
Clearly, Wendy was determined to push her out by any means necessary.
Chapter 18
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.
r–scattered In Jagged shards–was the ceramic figurine her mother had left her.
But on the floor-
Charlotte froze.
It had been a birthday gift from when she was twelve, a pale blue puppy she and her mom had painted together at a pottery shop. Their names were even etched on the back
ulse pounding
A furious heat rushed to her head, her pulse
“Who did this?!” she shouted, storming out of the room.
She marched straight to Zac’s bedroom and pounded on the door,
]“Zac! Wendy! Which one of you was in my room?!
The door swung open, revealing Zac’s annoyed face. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s the middle of the night! Can’t you let people sleep?”
Charlotte’s chest rose and fell rapidly with rage. Her voice was sharp. “Did you go into my room just now?”
going through
Zac frowned. “Why the hell would I go into your room?”
?” His irritation deepened. “Stop making a scene. I’ve been in here g
contracts all night.”
Charlotte’s gaze darkened. “Then it was Wendy.”
Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed toward Wendy’s room at the end of the hall.
Zat, sensing trouble, followed quickly behind.
Quarlotte slammed her fist against the door. “Wendy! Open up!”
When there was no immediate response, she raised her foot and kicked the door. Bang!
Zar’s brows shot up.
This was not the sweet, mild–mannered Charlotte he knew.
Wendy finally cracked the door open, looking utterly unimpressed. “What’s your problem?”
Charlotte didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed Wendy’s wrist and dragged her toward her own room
“What the hell?! Let go ofine!” Wendy stumbled, trying to resist, but Charlotte was stronger than she looked.
With a sharp tug, Charlotte pulled Wendy inside and flung her forward.
Wendy lost her balance, her knee slamning into the dresser. “Ow! Are you insane?!” she screeched.
Charlotte’s eyes were Ice. “Did you break my figurine?”
Wendy’s gaze flickered, her lips parting. “I–What are you even talking about? I wasn’t in your room!”
Charlotte stepped closer, her presence suffocating “Really? Because when I stepped out of the shower, I saw a glimpse of a beige skirt at my door.”
Wendy stiffened. “You’re lying! 1—— I wasn’t even wearing beige! I was wearing-“She stopped mild–sentence, her eyes widening in horror at
her own slip–up
Charlotte arched a brow, her tone lethal. “You were wearing what, Wendy? Oh, let me guess that gray skirt you just changed out of?”
Wendy swallowed hard, her throat bobbing “I was just–just looking around
Charlotte’s gaze humed even colder. “Looking around? In my room? For what?”
Wendy opened and closed her mouth, scrambling for an answer
“Enough!” Zac suddenly stepped in front of Wendy, his voice irritated. “Charlotte, stop making a big deal out of nothing. It’s just some cheap little figurine–buy another one and move on! Why are you harassing Wendy?”
SMACK.
A sharp, resounding slap filled the air.
Charlotte swing her hand with full force, landing a brutal slap across Zac’s face.
Both Zac and Wendy stood frozen in shock
“Get out!” Charlotte roared at Zac, her eyes blazing. “This has nothing to do with you! Who the hell do you think you are to forgive her on my
Wendy, who had been standing behind Zac, suddenly shoved him aside and stormed up to Charlotte. Her face was twisted with rage. “Who do you think you are to hit him?!”
SMACK
Another sharp slap rang through the room
Charlotte’s voice was cold and unwavering, “You can get
get out too.”
A bright red handprint immediately bloomed across Wendy’s cheek.
She let out a shocked gasp, eyes wide with fury. There was no way she was letting this go.
“You—” Wendy lifted her hand, ready to slap Charlotte back.
But before she could even make contact, Charlotte grabbed her wrist in a vice grip and yanked her off balance. With a sharp shove, Wendy stumbled backward, her palm landing directly on the shattered ceramic shards.
“Ahhh!” Wendy’s scream pierced the air as blood instantly welled from the deep cuts in her hand. “My hand! My hand!”
Zac finally snapped out of his daze and rushed to her side. “Wendy! Are you okay?!”
Charlotte looked down at her, her expression utterly devoid of sympathy, “Serves you right. Maybe next time, don’t break things that don’t belong to you.”
Zac turned on her, his face dark with anger. “You’ve gone too far, Charlotte!” He gritted his teeth. “Apologize. Now”
Charlotte met his glare, unflinching “She should be the one apologizing to me. She broke something irreplaceable.”
Wendy clutched onto Zacytears spilling down her face as she whimpered, “It hurts so much, Zac… please, take me to the hospital.”
Zac immediately scooped her up in his arms. As he carried her toward the door, he shot Charlotte a furious glare. “I don’t want to see you ever again. Get out of my sigh.”
“Fine.” Charlotte’s reply was calm, almost indifferent.
Zar hesitated for a split second. Something about her reaction unsettled him.
But Wendy’s injured hand was still dripping blood onto his shirt, so he turned and stormed out with her.
the front door slammed shut, silence settled over the house.
Charlotte slowly stepped toward the shattered remains of the ceramic figurine and knelt beside it. Her fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the broken pieces.
Tears welled in her eyes and fell, one by one, onto the shards.
“Mom. I’m sorry. I couldn’t protect the gilt you left me. I’m so sorry..
The big house felt cold and empty as Charlotte crouched on the floor, tears streaming down her face.
She was twelve when her mom gut really sick
The kind, gentle woman who always smiled was slowly lading away, getting thinner and weaker with each passing day-
Back then, Charlotte had just started middle school Every day after school, instead of going home, she went straight to the hospital.
She would sit beside her mom, telling her about school, sharing funny stories, and singing the new songs she learned in class.
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“Mom, when will you get better?” Charlotte sat by her mother’s hospital bed, her bright eyes holding a quiet sadness.
Her mom had been sick for over six months, and it seemed like she was only getting worse.
Sue Sullivan gently stroked Charlotte’s hair and gave her a tired but wann smile. “The doctor says I’ll be going home soon.
“Really?” Charlotte’s eyes lit up with hope.
“Mm–hmm.” Sur’s face was pale, her body weak, but her gaze was soft and steady. “I’ll be home in time for your birthday.”
“Yay!”
And just like that, Charlotte believed her.
She really thought her mom was getting better.
But later, she realized that when her mom said she was “going home,” she didn’t mean she was recovering.
She meant the doctors had done all they could. They were sending her home to spend her final days with family and fulfill any last wishes
