My Wife

"What the hell!" I yelled in anger, my heart pounding as I regained my composure. "Who is your boss? Who sent you?!" I demanded, moving closer with tightly clenched fists, seething with frustration and confusion.

"Boss!" I heard Charles's voice as he rushed to my side. I turned to face him, my expression still etched with anger, as Charles reached me and steadied my shaking form. "Sir, let's go," Charles said urgently, his eyes wide with concern.

"Why?" I asked, my temper still simmering as I braced myself for whatever confrontation would occur.

"Sir, I think they were sent here. I knew something was wrong when two other guys dressed like them stood by our car after you left," Charles explained quickly, his voice urgent. "I rushed here because my instincts told me something was wrong."

"I can't just leave, Charles. I can't leave," I said firmly, my voice tinged with anger. "I can't get knocked down by hooligans just like that without putting up a fight. I'll make sure I see this to the end," I declared to Charles, my fists clenching with determination as I moved toward the bodyguards at the door. However, Charles quickly held me back.

"Sir, let's leave. It's for the best," he urged, his tone imploring as he guided me away, sensing my boiling anger.

As Charles dragged me, I seethed with frustration and confusion. "How did Charlotte know these people?" I asked myself, my mind racing with questions. "What the hell is happening? Why can't I get in?"

We reached the front of the hospital, and I finally relented, allowing Charles to release me. We made our way to the car, and as we approached, I saw the two guards Charles had mentioned. At the sight of them, my anger surged, and I marched toward my car. When I reached them, I couldn't contain my frustration any longer. "Get lost!" I yelled at them, my voice ringing out with authority.

The two guards exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable, before reluctantly stepping back. I climbed into the car, my emotions roiling as I struggled to make sense of the bewildering situation that had unfolded at the hospital.

"Who the hell sent them?" I seethed as Charles got into the car, the tension extremed as we zoomed off, leaving the hospital behind.

"Find out who those people are," I instructed Charles, my voice edged with urgency and frustration. He nodded in response.

Charlotte's POV

I lay still in my hospital room, listening to the commotion outside. As the noise gradually subsided, I glanced at Nathan and remained silent. "That was harsh. I know he deserved it, but the guards pushing him like that was not right. How would my baby feel?" I murmured, my gaze drifting down to my belly.

"Don't tell me you still love him after all he did to you, Charlotte?" Nathan asked, rising from his seat and moving closer to me.

I quickly looked up, feeling a surge of defensiveness. "I never said so, Nath. I just said, how would my baby feel hearing his father being thrown against the wall? I could hear the sound from here, Nath," I explained, conflicted by my own emotions. Despite everything Dylan had put me through, a part of me couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy when I heard the impact against the wall.

"You still love him," Nathan insisted, his tone probing.

"I don't," I replied immediately, my voice firm.

"And besides, I did that because I don't want you talking to that bastard, Dylan," Nathan added, his protectiveness obvious in his words as he sought to shield me from any further distress., I could understand.

"I don't want him to get closer to you ever again. He had his chance and blew it away. No more chances for him at all," Nathan declared with a resolute expression. I could only nod in response to his command. Nathan had always been assertive, even from a young age, and I had never abused my role as the elder sister in his life.

Once the IV had been removed, Nathan assisted me from the hospital bed and gently guided me to the waiting car. During the journey home, his attentive care was obvious as he ensured I was comfortable. Upon arriving home, he settled me on the bed and prepared a comforting cup of hot tea. Sitting close to me, he inquired, "Are you alright, sis?"

I looked at him and mustered a smile. "I'm okay, Nath, really okay. And the baby is fine too," I reassured him, a smile on my face.

"Even though you should get some rest," Nathan added, as he gently guided my shoulders backward, prompting me to fully rest my back.

His phone suddenly began to ring. He lifted his hands off me, retrieved his phone from his pocket, and answered the call. After some seconds of placing his phone on his ear, I heard Nathan's voice out as I strained to hear his end of the conversation.

"What? He wasn't invited the last time. Why now?" Nathan's voice rang out with a tinge of anger as he concluded the call.

"What is it? Who was it?" I inquired, curious about the exchange, and Nathan turned to face me.

"It's my secretary. She just informed me that I was invited to the Fashion World Gamma party," Nathan replied, his expression troubled. "Isn't that good news?" I asked, attempting to lift the mood.

"It is, but something is wrong. Dylan Harmon's name is on the invite list as well. He wasn't invited the last time. Why now? I so hate him," Nathan lamented.

"I know... He's the CEO of a fashion company as well. He should be invited as one. Not much of a big deal about that," I offered, hoping to assuage Nathan's concerns.

Nathan nodded, though his disquiet lingered, and I couldn't help but ponder the implications of Dylan's unexpected inclusion on the guest list.

Nathan turned to me with a sly smile almost immediately, "Are you coming with me?"

Surprised, I stammered, "What? Won't that blow my cover? Dylan might end up finding out who I really am."

"He might not," Nathan replied confidently. "He would think we're dating, and that would make him leave you alone. I think this is the best bet making him believe you've moved on with a new man, a wealthy one like me."

I hesitated, unsure of what to say next. Nathan's smirk widened, and he added with a chuckle, "I can't wait to see his expression... poor Dylan might just fall down to his death."

His callous laughter echoed in the space, and I forced a smile, not knowing how to respond to his twisted plan.

Dylan POV

"Have you found out who it is?" I inquired as Charles walked into my office.

"No, sir, I couldn't find out who let the guards block Mrs. Harmon's hospital door," Charles reported. "I could only track them to the clubhouse where the guys were taken from. Apart from that, nothing else. I couldn't get the name of the person who hired them."

"Who would do that?" I muttered to myself, knowing full well that Charlotte didn't know anyone wealthy other than me. Lost in thought, I absentmindedly spoke my question aloud.

"Sir..." Charles hesitated, trying to regain my attention.

I shook my head, pulling myself out of my reverie. "What is it?"

"Sir, on my way here, I received an email to inform you that you are invited to this year's Fashion Gamma party as the second most successful company after Rob-Glow. Your name is on the list as the second," Charles informed me.

"When is the party being held?" I inquired.

"Two days from now"

Two days later

As I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't shake the feeling of solitude. "It's been two days, and today is the day for the Fashion Gamma party," I mused. "And I don't even have a date. If Charlotte were here, she would have been my date. Going there alone would announce my marital status to the headlines."

Just then, my door creaked open, and I heard someone enter. I raised my head to see Allison standing there. "What do you want?" I asked, my tone curt. "I already told you my mind, just leave," I added, feeling frustrated.

"Can't you see I'm dressed up?" Allison retorted, her voice tinged with exasperation. "I don't care, Allison, just leave," I insisted.

"You should care, because I will be your date today," she declared confidently.

"What?" I exclaimed, sitting up in surprise.

"I heard from Charles that you would be going to the Gamma in two hours, and I have taken it upon myself to be your date. You don't need to thank me; you are welcome," she stated.

I felt a surge of frustration and annoyance. I felt like punching Charles from where I was.

As I looked at Allison, I couldn't believe she had taken it upon herself to assume such a role without even asking me. I was torn between feeling grateful for her offer and irritated by her presumptuousness.

As we stepped out of the car, Allison linked her arm with mine, as she flipped the side of her long black gown behind her. We were about to make our way inside when a new limousine pulled up opposite us. My gaze was drawn to Nathan Robert, who was opening the car door for a lady dressed in a stunning white off-shoulder gown. As she stepped out of the limousine, her long brown hair cascaded down her back, and as she turned, I was taken aback to see that it was Charlotte.

"Charlotte?" I uttered aloud. "What is she doing here?" I asked, my thoughts racing.

Allison, standing beside me, echoed my shock. "Is that really Charlotte for real?" she murmured, her disbelief matching my own.

"Oh... wow, Charlotte has taken her sluttiness to another level," Allison remarked with a chuckle. "I can't believe she's embracing this slutty career to such an extreme," she added, her tone tinged with amusement.

Upon hearing Allison's words, I abruptly pulled my arm away from her, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. The sight of Charlotte with Nathan Robert was already igniting a fire within me, and Allison's comments threatened to push me over the edge. I had always admired Nathan Robert for his remarkable success at such a young age, but now, in this moment, all I could feel was a seething hatred.

As I watched Charlotte smile brightly and place her hand on Nathan's arm, I felt an overwhelming urge to confront them. I took a step forward, driven by anger, but Allison quickly held me back.

"Don't tell me you're going there? To do what exactly? Aren't you happy she's gone from our lives? We could finally be together, Dylan. Let her go!" Allison urged, her voice tinged with frustration and desperation.

"Do you really know what you're saying right now? Are you for real?" I snapped, my anger flaring. "Charlotte is my wife, my legal wife. She is mine and mine alone, forever."

As I spoke, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions, anger, betrayal, and a deep sense of possession over Charlotte. I couldn't fathom the sight before me, and I struggled to contain the storm of emotions raging within me, seeing my Wife with someone else. " She is mine, mine alone"

"Can't you stop with the wife statement? You've been saying that a lot lately, huh!" Allison exclaimed, frustration in her voice. But I didn't care.

Before she could say another word, I pulled my hand away from hers and marched over to where Charlotte and Nathan Robert stood. As I reached them, I grabbed Charlotte's hand and pulled her away from Nathan, hiding her at my back and positioning myself between them and fixing Nathan with a searing glare.

"What the hell are you doing with my wife?".