As soon as the two men were pulled apart, Charlotte rushed to Sean’s side. Her eyes were full of worry, shimmering with unshed tears.
Her voice trembled, almost breaking, “Sean, you’re hurt. You need to go to the hospital.”
At the sight of her, the fury in Sean’s eyes vanished. His expression softened. “I’m fine.”
Not far away, still restrained by the police, Zac watched the scene unfold. His heart shattered.
His face was a mess of blood and bruises, and he looked completely wrecked–like a stray dog abandoned by its owner.
His voice cracked as he asked, “Charlotte… who is he?”
The anger flared in Charlotte’s eyes. She turned her head sharply to face him, her gaze icy and unwavering.
Her hatred was so raw, so visible, it pierced Zac straight through.
Then came her voice–frosty and sharp as a blade.
“Zac Gibson, I don’t want to see you ever again. Do me a favor and disappear from my life–for good.”
Each word landed like a hammer. She was practically gritting her teeth as she said it.
Zac felt like his chest had been cracked open, a blade slicing straight through his heart. The pain was raw, suffocating.
His face was smeared with blood, battered and bruised but not once did she look at him with concern. There was not a flicker of care.
All he saw in her eyes was coldness and hatred.
Was it because he had hurt that man?
He thought back to how she used to be. Back when he got injured in the street racing with his friends, she cried until her eyes were swollen, refusing to leave his side at the hospital. Even when he caught a cold, she would tear up and insist on feeding him medicine by hand.
But now? He was a bloody mess, and she didn’t so much as blink.
Her heart and her eyes were entirely focused on someone else.
Still unwilling to give up, Zac’s voice trembled as he asked again, “Who is he?”
Charlotte looked him straight in the eye and answered, calm and clear, “My fiancé.”
Zac froze, stunned. His eyes widened, rimmed with red. His lips quivered. “No… you’re lying. You’re lying, right?”
As the paramedics helped Sean into the ambulance, Charlotte didn’t spare Zac another glance. She turned and followed Sean.
Zac tried to run after them, but a medic held him back and loaded him into a different ambulance.
Both men ended up in the same public hospital. No VIP suites. Once their wounds were treated, they were
Zac lay on the bed closest to the door, his head wrapped in bandages, an IV in his arm.
Charlotte walked in and spotted him right away but acted as if he wasn’t even there.
assigned to the same room.
Without a pause, she went straight to Sean’s bedside. She sat down and gently asked about his injuries, pouring him water and helping him drink, her movements tender and attentive.
To her, Zac might as well have been invisible.
Zac turned his head, gaze landing on Charlotte, watching her in silence. His entire being radiated a kind of wounded misery.
But Charlotte acted like she didn’t notice him at all. She just sat by Sean’s bedside, speaking softly to him, not sparing Zac even a single glance.
He called her name a few times, but she pretended not to hear.
When the police arrived for a routine follow–up, both men gave their statements and agreed to settle things privately. The officers left shortly after filing the report.
Soon after, Sean’s assistant, Sam, rushed in with two bodyguards, looking frantic.
“Mr. Jasper, what happened?” Sam was pale, drenched in cold sweat. Clearly panicked.
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He had only been gone for two hours. Two hours–and now his
Jasper Sr. found out, he would be done for.
Sean’s expression was stone cold. “It’s nothing. Don’t breathe a word of this. Especially not to my family. Understood?”
