登入LYDIA’S P.O.V.I groaned as I was placed on hold again for the fourth time. No one had time for this. Placing the call on speaker, I dropped my forehead onto my desk…repeatedly. “There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home…”“No luck?” My chef called, and I looked up suddenly to see her amusement as I reached up and pulled a sticky note off my forehead. “No, they are saying the soonest they can have the part is next Sunday,” I said, leaning down to grab the roll of duct tape I had brought with me as my backup plan from my purse and placing it on my desk.If we couldn’t stop the fridge from ‘eating people’ as Charlotte had so eloquently said, then I would just have to do whatever rebellious teenager had done at some point and tape the latch open so no one could get locked in or out again.“So, should I tell this guy to stop working?” She asked, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder, and my eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “What guy?” I asked, standing up quickl
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.For the rest of the day, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Even when Vanessa made it clear that despite my success with The Black Door, I couldn’t even breathe near my new clients without running it past her first, the smile stayed. It only infuriated her more, and I loved it.Rebecca didn’t seem to happy with her, and from the snippets of conversations I had overheard, Vanessa’s days were numbered if she didn’t turn things around. By the end of the day, Vanessa was the last to leave, and it only made me happier to see her ready to pull her hair out as she was finally focusing on her own work instead of trying to micromanage everyone else now that they had gone for the day. She didn’t bother to look up as I left, and I was grateful, because I had plans and I wasn’t going to let her bring me down. Derek had been right that I had been ordering in every night, and I figured it would be nice to cook Paul a homemade meal to thank him for keeping me safe over the
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.I felt ridiculous as I stood in the elevator, watching the numbers climb, while the people standing in front of me glanced over their shoulders with curiosity at the large visitor sticker the front desk had me place on my chest. Yet, as they all got off, I stayed on until I reached the top floor. Derek’s floor. “Ms. Valente!” Dahlia exclaimed, rising to her feet as soon as she saw me exit the elevator. I blushed as she sent me a knowing look. “I know you said Tuesdays, but is he free by chance?”“For you, I have the feeling he would cancel every meeting he has.” She said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. “He has been in an exceptional mood today, though. I believe I can speak for everyone here when I say thank you.” I looked away, feeling excited that one kiss had that effect on him, but also embarrassed that the people at his work clearly had their own opinions on our sex life, not that there was one. Yet. “Oh… you’re welcome?” I said, and her smile grew larger.
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. It felt like I was floating through life over the next week. I had been assigned two new, smaller clients and had received my settlement. The messages I had been getting from Derek only made each day better, and I was constantly checking my phone for the next one, but he always responded right away and never made me wait. By Friday night, I was more excited than I was nervous, and I was practically bouncing as I waited for him to pick me up for our date. I didn’t know where we were going or what we were doing, but it didn’t matter as long as I was with him. When the doorbell rang, I let out a deep breath and quickly reached up to make sure my hair was still neat and out of my face before opening it. Derek stood on the other side in a black suit and a bouquet of roses in his hands. He looked like a dream, and while I had been worried that I had overdressed before, I felt good about my choice of heels, dress, and jewelry. “You look breathtaking.” Derek br
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.We hated him.When I had asked her if we hated Paul, she had lied to me. She should have told me that we HATED him.Lydia was the perfect woman. She was smart, funny, successful, and attractive. There was nothing she couldn’t do, and he had broken her heart.“They’re right here,” Derek said, breaking the tense silence and gesturing me toward the oven and opening it.I forced my eyes away from Lydia as Paul stepped away from her with his head down, and she sat back down at the kitchen island.Food sounded like a great idea to help sober me up. Still, I also wasn’t sure I would be able to hold anything down right now, and after hearing Lydia’s confession, all four of us sitting down together sounded like a horrible idea.“I made ones with bacon and ones with sausage,” Derek said and I paused, looking from him to the sink of dishes.“Wait,
LYDIA’S P.O.V.“Turn off the sun,” I groaned, rolling to the side and up against a warm body. It was smaller than I would have liked, and way too feminine for my liking.“Jesus! Do you have a bullhorn or something?” Charlotte said, and I cracked one eye open to see her sprawled out on top of the blanket. The smell of death wafting from her made me cringe, and I shoved my face into the pillow before realizing the smell was my own breath.“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, lifting my head slowly as the room continued to move around us. “Oh, my god. I think I’m still drunk.” “I can’t hear anything over the sound of the fan,” Charlotte grumbled, rolling onto her side before jumping out of the bed so fast that just the sight of it made my head spin. I cringed as she stumbled through the attached door and fell onto the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet. Faint images of the day before hit me, but most of the night was gone. I remembered going to court, my girl winning, going
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. The drive to the hospital was a blur of red lights and panic. I barely remembered the car coming to a stop or my driver opening the door, though it was probably going to be one of the last times he drove me anywhere. By the time I sprinted through the main entrance and reached
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. Justin didn’t come home that night… or the next, or the one after that. At first, I told myself I didn’t care and that I was happy that he was gone. I packed boxes in silence, folded clothes, put them into my suitcases, and sorted through years of our lives together piece by pi
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V.My heart dropped to my stomach as if I had just been caught doing something wrong, and I tore myself away quickly. Justin’s face was red with fury as he stormed toward us, but his anger dropped instantly as recognition flashed in his eyes along with something close to fear. I g
CHARLOTTE’S P.O.V. I didn’t think it would be possible for my heart to break any more than it already had, but it felt like it stopped this time. I stood there staring in shock until the fog lifted and I could think again. My footsteps were quiet as I followed after them, watching from a distance







