It was as if Zac had just remembered that his girlfriend was still here.
Snapping back to reality, he quickly let go of Wendy’s waist and took a step back, as if waking from a dream.
His friends, realizing the awkwardness of the situation, immediately jumped in to smooth things over.
“Come on, let’s keep playing! Wendy, your stomach isn’t great—skip the drinks. Just do truth or dare instead.”
“Yeah, truth or dare works!”
Zac, now composed again, returned to the couch.
He thought Charlotte would be jealous, maybe throw a small tantrum.
But she said nothing.
That complete indifference unsettled him more than anger ever could.
For some reason, he had this nagging feeling that Charlotte felt different tonight.
A strange silence stretched between them.
Zac hesitated, wanting to say something, to explain.
But just then, the room burst into laughter and cheers again.
“Wendy lost again! Truth or dare?”
Charlotte didn’t even need to turn her head to know that Zac’s attention had already shifted.
“I’ll do dare.” Wendy smirked, then turned to Zac, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.
Someone handed her a stack of folded slips.
“Here, pick one.”
She casually pulled a paper from the pile. The moment the guy next to her unfolded it, his eyes widened.
His gaze flickered between Wendy, Zac, and Charlotte.
A curious girl peeked over his shoulder.
“What did she get? Let me see!”
The second she read it, she gasped sharply.
The room buzzed with excitement.
“What is it?”
“Come on, what’s the dare?”
The guy cleared his throat, then announced—
“Kiss a random guy in the room.”
As soon as the words fell, Zac’s entire expression darkened.
The temperature in the room dropped instantly.
Wendy, however, seemed completely unfazed.
With a playful grin, she turned toward a good-looking guy sitting nearby.
“Ethan, would you mind kissing me?”
Ethan Lincoln snuck a glance at Zac, whose expression looked murderous.
He didn’t even dare to breathe.
Seeing that he wasn’t responding, Wendy stepped closer, reaching up to hook her arms around his neck, about to press her lips against his.
“Enough!”
Zac’s sharp voice rang through the room.
Unable to control himself any longer, he grabbed Wendy’s wrist and yanked her away.
Without another word, he stormed out, dragging her with him.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Slowly, all eyes turned to Charlotte.
She picked up a glass of juice, took a sip, and smiled lightly.
“Why are you all looking at me?”
The group quickly looked away, some pretending to drink, others casually chatting—acting as if nothing had happened.
Charlotte took another sip, and with it, she felt the last bit of warmth drain from her heart.
In all the years she had known Zac, he had always been calm, composed, and indifferent to everything.
Tonight was the first time she had ever seen him completely lose control.
*
After finishing her drink, Charlotte got up and went to the restroom.
Just as she was about to step out of the stall, she heard voices by the sinks.
“Is Zac crazy? He just left his girlfriend behind and ran off with Wendy!”
“Ugh, isn’t it obvious? Wendy’s the one he actually cares about.”
“Right? Did you see his face when Wendy almost kissed Ethan? He looked like he was about to kill someone.”
“Poor Charlotte. She just had to sit there and watch her own boyfriend lose his mind over another woman.”
“Honestly, she’s just a stand-in.”
“Yeah, at this rate, they’ll break up soon. Anyone can see Zac is still in love with Wendy.”
“Yeah, I—”
The girl’s words caught in her throat.
Through the mirror, she saw Charlotte step out of the bathroom stall behind them.
She shut her mouth immediately.
The other two girls saw her too. Without another word, they lowered their heads and hurried out.
Charlotte walked up to the sink, calmly washing her hands.
Yes.
She and Zac were indeed close to breaking up.
But this time—
It wouldn’t be because he left her.
It wouldn’t be because he didn’t want her anymore.
It would be because she no longer loved him.
Because she didn’t want him anymore.
*
By the time Charlotte returned to Zac’s villa, it was already past eleven at night.
She was exhausted. She showered quickly, crawled into bed, and fell asleep almost instantly.
Zac didn’t come home until the following afternoon.
Pushing open the bedroom door, he immediately noticed the open suitcase lying on the floor, clothes neatly stacked beside it. His brows furrowed in confusion.
“What’s all this?”
Charlotte peeked out from behind the wardrobe. “Oh, you’re back. I’m heading home for a bit in a few days.”
She had lived here for two years. There were plenty of clothes, shoes, and random things she wouldn’t bother bringing back to Jersey City, but she still needed to sort through them and pack up what she wanted to take.
When she left, she wouldn’t leave a single trace of herself behind.
Just as she finished speaking, her eyes landed on the faint red marks peeking out from Zac’s collar.
For a moment, she froze.
Then, as if nothing had happened, she looked away.
She no longer cared.
Who he spent the night with had nothing to do with her anymore.
Zac frowned at her response. “Why are you suddenly going home? Are you still upset about last night? Are you trying to avoid me?”
“No,” she replied casually. “I just miss my parents. Thought I’d go see them.”
Hearing this, Zac was relieved. “That’s good. It’s been three years. You should go visit.”
She had never gone home once in all this time.
Even on holidays, she spent them alone.
Of course, he wouldn’t have accompanied her. Leaving his family behind for her had never been an option.
Bringing her home to meet his parents? Even more impossible.
His mother would never accept a woman without status or background.
After a brief pause, he added, “I’ve been busy lately, so I won’t be able to go with you. What day’s your flight? I’ll have my driver take you to the airport.”
Charlotte carefully folded a dress and placed it inside the suitcase.
“No need. I’ll get a car myself. Someone’s picking me up.”
At that, Zac exhaled subtly, though he wasn’t even aware of it himself.
He had been worried she might ask him to go back with her to meet her parents.
After three years together, for an average couple, it would be time to talk about marriage.
But he wasn’t an average man.
He was Zac Gibson, the only heir to the Gibson family fortune and the sole successor to Gibson Corporation.
And the gap between their worlds was one that could never be crossed.
Deep down, he had always known they had no future.
There was no point in meeting her parents, no point in discussing marriage.
Thankfully, Charlotte seemed to understand this too. She never clung to him, never asked him to take her home.
Thinking about it now, Zac once again felt a sense of appreciation for how obedient and understanding she was.
Even after last night, when he had recklessly left her behind to chase after Wendy, she didn’t throw a fit, didn’t cry, didn’t even question him.
She made things so easy.
For the past three years, she had never checked up on him, never gotten jealous, never fought with him over his flings.
Just then, his best friend’s voice echoed in his mind—
“Just keep dating both. And if you feel guilty about Charlotte, buy her some gifts. Women are easy to please.”
Maybe he really could marry Wendy and keep Charlotte as his lover.
After all, a woman like her would never find another man like him.
She loved him too much to ever leave him.
Yes, he would wait until she came back from Jersey City, and then he would talk to her properly.
Zac glanced at her packing and said casually, “Take care on the way. Let me know when you get home. And when you’re back in Harbor City, I’ll come pick you up.”
Charlotte lowered her gaze and replied softly, “Alright.”
I won’t be coming back.
She said it only in her heart.
Zac seemed like he had more to say, but just then, his phone rang.
After answering the call, he turned back to her. “I have to head out. Last night was my fault. I shouldn’t have left you there alone. I bought you a gift. My assistant will drop it off soon.”
Charlotte responded with a simple, indifferent, “Mm.”
Zac didn’t linger. He turned and walked out.
Moments after he left, her phone lit up with a message from Sean.
“Lottie, the engagement ring I had custom-made for you at Chaumet Paris has arrived at their Harbor City boutique. Stop by whenever you have time.”
Chaumet Paris was one of the world’s most prestigious luxury jewelry brands.
Charlotte had only agreed to the engagement a few days ago.
Yet, the ring was already here?
Had it been ordered in advance?
She didn’t ask. She simply replied with a short, “Okay.”
*
At the Chaumet boutique, the sales associate greeted her warmly, presenting the ring with a bright smile.
“Miss Riley, this is the custom engagement ring Mr. Jasper designed for you.”
Charlotte picked it up and examined it closely.
A five-carat rare blue diamond, encircled by delicate pink and colorless diamonds, sparkling brilliantly under the lights. It was so breathtakingly beautiful it almost looked unreal.
“The inside of the band is also engraved with your initials alongside Mr. Jasper’s,” the associate added.
Charlotte turned the ring slightly, inspecting the engraving inside.
SJ CR.
Clearly, a great deal of thought had gone into this design.
Slipping the ring onto her finger, she found the fit to be perfect.
“It’s gorgeous,” the associate remarked sincerely.
Just as Charlotte was admiring the ring, a familiar voice suddenly cut through the boutique.
“Charlotte Riley, what are you doing here?”
Charlotte frowned slightly and turned around.
At that very moment, Zac subtly let go of Wendy’s hand.
Wendy’s eyes darkened for a fleeting second, but she quickly regained her composure, as if nothing had happened.
Charlotte, however, wasn’t surprised in the least.
Of course, Zac would be here with Wendy.
She flashed a sweet, carefree smile.
“Trying on rings.”
Zac’s expression darkened instantly.
He took a few steps forward, his gaze fixing on the engagement ring on her finger.
Charlotte held up her hand and tilted her fingers slightly, letting the massive diamond catch the light.
“So?” she asked with a bright smile. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
A flicker of anger flashed in Zac’s eyes.
“No,” he said coldly. “It’s ugly.”
They both knew exactly what that ring represented.
Zac had always assumed Charlotte was obedient, sensible, and knew her place.
He never thought she would actually dare to reach for something that wasn’t meant for her.
Marriage?
That was something he could never give her.
And Charlotte was never worthy of it.
He remained silent, his expression unreadable.
Wendy, standing beside him, smiled pleasantly.
“What a coincidence, Miss Riley,” she said lightly. “Zac and I are here to look at rings today too.”
Charlotte let out a cold laugh in her mind.
So the phone call Zac had taken earlier—the one he had vaguely referred to as “something urgent”—was nothing more than Wendy asking him to go shopping with her.
She had called him to help pick out a ring, and he had dropped everything to accompany her.
Zac didn’t offer an explanation.
He didn’t even bother to deny it.
His silence was all the confirmation she needed.
Wendy’s gaze drifted toward the engagement ring on Charlotte’s finger.
Tsk. That blue diamond in the center had to be at least five carats.
And the surrounding halo of rare pink diamonds?
This ring had to be worth at least seven or eight million.
She really had the nerve to try it on.
Did she not feel embarrassed, knowing she couldn’t afford it?
But Charlotte barely reacted to Wendy’s thinly veiled provocation. She simply let out a disinterested, “Oh.”
She then continued admiring the ring on her hand.
She had to admit that Sean had excellent taste.
She was very satisfied with this ring.
“Miss Riley, that ring is absolutely stunning,” Wendy said with a smile.
Charlotte beamed.
“Isn’t it? I think so too.”
Zac’s expression turned even darker.
“Take it off,” he ordered.
Charlotte tilted her head slightly, feigning confusion.
“Why?”
Zac clenched his jaw.
“Why are you even trying on rings? What, are you trying to pressure me into marriage?” His voice grew sharper. “Let me make this clear. I will never marry you.”
For a split second, Wendy’s lips curved into a barely noticeable smirk.
She hadn’t needed to say anything at all.
Zac had delivered the final blow himself.
“Miss Riley,” Wendy continued, her voice light and airy, “Zac and I are here today at Mrs. Gibson’s request to look at rings.”
The “Mrs. Gibson” she was referring to was none other than Monica Miller, Zac’s mother.
Wendy’s meaning was clear—“I’m the one Zac’s mother has chosen. The Gibson family has already accepted me. So don’t even think about marrying into their family, Charlotte.”
Charlotte studied the pair standing in front of her and almost laughed out loud.
She had merely tried on her fiancé’s custom-made engagement ring.
And yet here they were—
One, so self-absorbed, convinced she was desperately clinging to a man who didn’t want her.
And the other, so eager to flaunt that she had Monica’s approval.
But… seriously?
The Gibson family?
That tiny Harbor City nouveau riche household?
Her father wouldn’t even consider them worthy.
“Oh, got it.” Charlotte’s tone was completely indifferent, as if none of this mattered.
Both Wendy and Zac froze for a second.
Why didn’t she care?
Wendy studied Charlotte’s face carefully, searching for even the slightest trace of jealousy or resentment.
But her expression was flawless and completely unreadable.
For the first time, Wendy wasn’t sure.
Was Charlotte pretending not to care, or did she really not care at all?
Zac’s expression had already turned stormy.
“Charlotte Riley, do you think this is funny? Did you know Wendy and I were coming here to look at rings today, so you showed up on purpose to wait for me?
“Let me make this clear. You and I will never happen. If you’re trying to pressure me into marriage, it’s useless!
“Marriage is about compatibility. With your background, how could you ever be a match for me?”
His words were sharp and relentless. “Just look at yourself right now. It’s embarrassing.”
He was genuinely angry now, throwing out accusations in one breath.
But Charlotte wasn’t angry at all.
Instead, she smiled, her voice light.
“Oh? I’m embarrassing?”
She tilted her head slightly.
“As far as I remember, we haven’t broken up yet. So, by that logic, Miss Cooper here is a mistress, and you, Zac Gibson, are nothing more than a cheating jerk. Now tell me—who’s the embarrassing one?”
Zac’s entire face twisted in rage. His chest rose and fell sharply as he barked, “Take it off!”
Charlotte’s voice remained calm, unbothered. “No.”
“Fine! If you like it so much, then keep wearing it. But don’t expect me to ever buy you a ring, and don’t even think about marrying me!”
“Mm-hmm.” Charlotte nodded lightly, completely unfazed.
Zac was livid. No matter what he said, it was like throwing punches at air. Charlotte simply refused to react.
Frustrated, he shot her a furious glare before storming out of the store.
“Zac, wait for me!” Wendy quickly chased after him.
*
Once they were gone, the sales associate turned to Charlotte, looking completely confused.
“Miss Riley, those two are…?”
Charlotte adjusted the ring on her finger and said calmly, “Just irrelevant people. No need to mind them.”
Three years of dating, and Zac never once considered marrying her.
Little did he know that he wasn’t even qualified to marry her.
She had never once considered marrying him either.
Charlotte took out her phone and snapped a few photos of the ring, sending them to Sean.
“Does it look good?”
At that moment, in the CEO’s office of Jasper Corporation, Sean glanced at his phone.
At the sight of a message from the contact saved as “Lottie”, a small smile tugged at his lips.
Setting aside the document he was reviewing, he typed back a reply.
“It looks beautiful. Do you like it?”
“I do.”
Sean’s smile deepened.
“As long as you like it.”
“Sean, this ring must have been really expensive, right?”
“Not at all. You deserve the best.”
Sean’s assistant, Harry Lowe, stood nearby, waiting for his signature.
He had already sneaked a few glances at his boss.
Was he seeing things?
The cold, expressionless CEO was… smiling?
And not just any smile—a soft, almost sweet one?
It was like the air around him was filled with pink bubbles.
Sean signed the last document and looked up.
“What are you staring at?” His tone was back to its usual coolness.
Harry immediately straightened up and grabbed the papers. “Nothing, Mr. Jasper. I’ll take my leave now.”
*
Meanwhile, Charlotte picked up the ring and walked out of the boutique, heading next door to a high-end men’s watch store.
She wanted to buy Sean a watch as a gift for when she returned to Jersey City.
Her father had sent her some recent photos of him.
Sharp features, deep-set eyes, a refined yet distant aura. He looked almost exactly as she remembered.
After carefully browsing, she selected a sleek black wristwatch that suited Sean perfectly.
Just as she finished paying, a familiar voice greeted her from the side.
“Charlotte, what are you doing here?”
