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CHARLOTTE’S POVI sat in Rose’s living room, nervously tapping my fingers on the arm of the couch. I haven't heard from Owen in a while and I couldn’t help the growing anxiety eating away at me. Every minute that passed made me more restless.Rose sensed my tension and handed me a cup of tea as she sat beside me, a worried look on her face. "You’re worried about him, aren’t you?" She asked and I nodded as I bit my lip. "I don’t know what’s happening over there. Everything’s been falling apart, and now… I just don’t know if he’s okay. I don't know why all of this keeps happening to him. He deserves better.” I said sadly and she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Owen’s strong, Charlotte. I'm sure he’ll get through this. And I know it’s hard to sit and wait when you feel so helpless.” She replied and I sighed as I stared into the steaming cup in my hands. "He’s always trying to protect me, and now, with all the problems at the office... I don’t even know how he’s holding up.

CHARLOTTE'S POVI paced around as I stared at the man in front of me. How could it be him? He was the anonymous mysterious stranger that knew everything? “This makes no sense. How was it you behind everything? Why?” I questioned and he let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. “There are a lot of things going on that you don't know, Charlotte. Owen is also in the dark on so many things. I have to do this to show him something.” He replied and it only made me more confused. “Why not just tell him straight up? Why go around in corners and confuse him?” I asked and he just shrugged, a small smile on his face. “It's fun. And the fun is only just beginning.”“You seem to be the only one enjoying this. Owen is going through a lot right now!” I retorted as I placed my hands on my waist and he let out a chuckle. There's nothing funny about this! “I know, I know. But it's not my fault. I'm doing all this to help him. You as well. You won't understand now, Charlotte, but when it fi

CHARLOTTE'S POVI laid comfortably in Owen's arms as the warmth of Owen’s skin beneath my cheek felt ticklish. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed the storm raging in mine and I felt at ease. We had just shared a passionate moment, and now everything felt peaceful and quiet. It felt almost as if nothing else mattered. But I knew better. I knew him too well. I could sense the tension in his muscles and the heavy weight of unspoken words resting on him like a burden. I lifted my head slightly as I gazed at him, my eyes tracing the perfection of his face and I noticed the faint creases that had formed between his brows. Owen was thinking. And he was thinking hard. About his office, his business and of course, Ethan. “Owen… Can we talk about what happened at the office?” I asked softly, my fingers tracing small circles on his chest and I felt him stiffen underneath me, his body tensing up immediately at my words as if I had just struck a nerve. He didn't say anything at first

CHARLOTTE'S POVI had to help Owen. But how? He was in a state of frustration and devastation and I didn't know how to help him. I felt useless as a wife. I could feel the tension radiating off him even though he tried to mask it with his usual calm demeanor but it wasn’t working. I saw through it. My heart broke a little more each time I saw him stressed over the business, but I had no idea how to help him. I felt powerless.I had woken up earlier and I felt the space where he was supposed to be to be empty. I sat up and saw him across the room, sitting at the couch with papers scattered around, his brows furrowed in frustration. I wanted to do something. Anything. But I didn’t even know where to start. I wasn’t a businesswoman. I wasn’t even sure how these things worked, how shares and stocks and corporate betrayal played out in the real world. I felt like I was on the outside, looking into a world I couldn’t understand. Yet, Owen was drowning in it. I got out of bed and walked

CHARLOTTE'S POVCatherine.What was she up to this time? I was about to call Owen to tell him about it when another message dropped in. “It’s urgent. Don’t tell anyone. Not even Owen.”I frowned as I read the message over again. What could she possibly want? A voice in my head warned me not to trust her, that she was up to no good. But another part of me, the part that loved Owen and wanted to do everything to help him, reasoned that maybe Catherine had something very important to say. Something that could be of help to save him from all the chaos happening at work. After minutes of thinking, I made up my mind. I grabbed my coat and rushed out of the house. Beatrice saw me and tried to ask where I was going but I just smiled at her and left the house. I'd have to keep this a secret from Owen. He had enough on his mind already, and if I could handle this on my own without worrying him, I would. As I made my way to Owen’s office, my mind kept racing. What did Catherine want? Was i