Novels by Coco Quin

Charlotte’s POVI sat quietly on the couch, my hands clasped together in my lap, while Alexander and his mother argued across the living room.The tension between them felt unbearable.“I should never have told you anything,” Alexander said sharply.His voice carried an edge I rarely heard when he spoke to his mother.Mrs. Voss straightened where she stood beside the fireplace. “So now you believe I would spread your wife’s private medical information to the entire world?”“I did not say that.”“You implied it.”Alexander exhaled slowly and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Mother, this information came from somewhere. Only a few people knew about Charlotte’s hospital visits.”“And you assumed I was one of them.”Her tone was cold.I kept my gaze lowered, wishing the floor would swallow me.“I was concerned,” Alexander replied. “That is all.”Mrs. Voss laughed quietly, though there was no amusement in the sound. “Concerned enough to accuse your own mother of humiliating your wife in pub

Alexander’s POVThe day before…When I woke up that morning, the first thing I noticed was the stiffness in my neck.I blinked slowly and stared up at the ceiling of the living room. For a moment I wondered why I was there instead of in my bed. Then the memory returned. I had fallen asleep on the couch sometime after midnight while going through reports on my tablet.The Seattle headquarters project has been occupying most of my thoughts lately. It was not just another corporate building. It was something Charlotte and I had dreamed about together. Her architectural designs combined with my company’s AI systems would create a structure unlike anything the city had seen before.A smart tower that could regulate its own energy consumption, manage internal transportation systems, and respond to environmental conditions in real time.It was supposed to be revolutionary.I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes.The house was quiet. Charlotte must still have been asleep upstairs.For a moment I

Charlotte’s POVThe tension in the living room was thick enough to suffocate me.Mrs. Voss stood across from me with her perfectly straight posture and cold, assessing eyes. She had always carried herself like a queen walking through a court that existed only to serve her. Even now, standing in my living room uninvited, she looked like she owned the place.I folded my arms slowly, trying to keep my anger from spilling out.What bothered me the most was not even her presence. It was the fact that she clearly knew about my hospital visit.Which meant Alexander had told her without asking me. Without even mentioning it.The silence between us stretched uncomfortably until she finally spoke. “Why are you barren?” Her voice was calm, but the words struck me like a slap.My jaw tightened in anger. “I’m not barren,” I replied sharply.She tilted her head slightly as if studying a disappointing object. “Then why have you not given my son a child?”I inhaled slowly, trying to remain respectfu

Charlotte’s POVFor a few minutes after Alexander walked upstairs, I remained standing in the living room, staring at the staircase. The house suddenly felt too quiet. Normally when he returned from work he would at least ask how my day went or pull me into a brief hug before disappearing into his study. Tonight he had barely looked at me.I glanced toward the kitchen where dinner sat waiting.Even though my chest felt heavy from the hospital visit and his cold reaction, I could not bring myself to leave things that way. Alexander might say he was not hungry, but he had not eaten anything since morning. I knew him well enough to recognize when he was pushing himself too hard.With a small sigh, I walked back into the kitchen and placed his meal neatly on a tray. The aroma of the roasted chicken and vegetables filled the air, but my appetite had completely disappeared.Balancing the tray carefully, I carried it upstairs to our bedroom.The door was slightly open. I pushed it gently w

Charlotte’s POVI pushed his hand away again, forcing a tight smile as I kept my eyes forward.“Alexander,” I whispered, my voice low but firm, “we’re not alone.”“I can see that,” he murmured, completely unfazed.His fingers slipped right back to my waist like I hadn’t just warned him, like we weren’t seated in the middle of a crowded hall filled with business elites, investors, and close associates. The soft glow of chandeliers reflected off polished marble floors, laughter and polite conversations floating through the air. It was a formal event, important enough that appearances mattered.And yet, my husband seemed determined to forget all of that.I shifted slightly in my seat, trying to create space between us without drawing attention. “Behave,” I added under my breath, glancing sideways at him.He leaned closer instead.My breath caught for a second as his lips hovered near my ear, his voice dropping into something dangerously intimate.“You look too good tonight,” he said quie