Chapter 18

I stood there, looking at Charles with a mixture of disappointment and irritation. His blank expression only fueled my frustration.

“What date?” he repeated, genuine confusion written on his face.

I pinched between my brows and took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure. “What the heck is with you, Charles? You were the one who told me about the event, yet you forgot it quicker than you forget the names of your lovers.”

His eyes widened In realization, but instead of the expected apology, he let out an awkward chuckle. “Oh right. I must have lost track of time.”

My patience was wearing thin. “Lost track of time? How could you forget after making such a big deal of it?”

Charles scratched the back of his head, avoiding eye contact. “Look, Megan, I just lost track of time. You don’t have to make a big deal out of it. It’s not like you’re my real wife or something.”

I felt a surge of anger bubbling within me, but I took another deep breath to compose myself. This guy was truly an as