บททั้งหมดของ May We Never Meet Again: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Celine stood frozen for a split second, watching the way Nathan’s grip tightened around Charlotte’s wrist, watching the way his brows knit together as if some buried memory was clawing its way to the surface. Panic surged through her chest. Her heart raced so loudly she was sure everyone around could hear it. This was dangerous. This moment was dangerous.She turned sharply to her parents.Her mouth opened slightly, eyes wide, breath shallow.Johnson caught the look immediately.He leaned forward just a little, his gaze hard, his jaw set. It was subtle, almost invisible to anyone else, but to Celine it was loud and clear. A command without words.Megan’s lips tightened into a thin line.Celine understood instantly.“Nathan, I—”She hadn’t even finished the first word before Celine lunged forward.“Charlotte, how could you steal my bracelet?” Celine cried out suddenly, her voice sharp and loud, slicing through the heavy silence.The accusation landed like a bomb.Charlotte’s head sna

Mrs. Shaw sat on the edge of Charlotte’s bed, carefully dabbing ointment onto the raw wound on her wrist. Her movements were gentle, but the anger in her eyes burned fiercely. Every time she glanced at Charlotte’s bruised cheek or the swelling around her wrist, her jaw tightened.“How could your parents be so cruel?” Mrs. Shaw finally burst out, unable to hold it in any longer. “How does a mother pour wine on her own daughter? How does a father raise a whip against his child?”Charlotte sat still, staring blankly at the wall. Her face was pale, her eyes dull, as though the tears had already been exhausted.After Charlotte’s grandma died, Mrs. Shaw had been the only one who stayed. The only one who cooked for her when no one remembered she hadn’t eaten. The only one who tucked her in when she cried herself to sleep. The only one who treated her like she mattered.“After all,” Mrs. Shaw continued softly, her voice trembling now, “you’re their daughter too.”“Their daughter?” Charlotte

Minutes later, minutes that stretched and warped into something that felt like eternity, the night exploded with sound.Ambulances screeched to a halt. Police vehicles surrounded the wreckage, their red and blue lights flashing violently against the trees, the broken road, the twisted metal. Sirens wailed into the darkness, sharp and unrelenting, cutting through the heavy smell of fuel and smoke.“Hurry! Save them!” Johnson screamed, his voice hoarse, panicked, completely unsteady.Megan stood beside him, shaking uncontrollably, both hands covering her mouth as sobs tore out of her chest. Her knees threatened to give way, but Johnson held her upright.Nathan was pulled away from the wreckage by two paramedics. Blood streamed down his forehead, staining his shirt, but he barely seemed to notice. His eyes were wild, frantic, fixed only on one place.“Save Celine first!” he shouted, struggling weakly against the paramedics holding him. “The lady in the front seat—save her first!”He po

Moments later, the driver helped to carry Charlotte's luggage out of the house and into the waiting cab. The yard was quiet, almost eerily so, as if the house itself was holding its breath. Charlotte stood by the car, her hands folded calmly in front of her, her posture straight despite the dull ache still lingering in her body. She was dressed simply, nothing flashy, nothing that drew attention. For once, she wanted to leave quietly, without drama, without tears.Just as the driver shut the trunk, the sharp screech of tires tore through the air.Charlotte turned instinctively.Five black SUVs rolled aggressively into the yard, their engines roaring before coming to an abrupt halt. The sound echoed against the walls of the house, drawing the attention of the few staff members nearby. Doors opened almost in unison. A man stepped out from the front of the second SUV and walked around to the other side, opening the owner's seat with practiced ease.Nathan stepped out.He looked like a

The hall was filled with elites from every corner of the country. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting soft golden light that reflected off polished marble floors. White roses lined the aisle in perfect symmetry, their fragrance blending with the low murmur of the guests. Every seat was occupied. Every eye was fixed forward.Nathan and Celine walked in toward the altar, hand in hand.Celine’s smile shone brightly, almost blinding, as if she had finally stepped into the life she had always dreamed of. Her white wedding gown hugged her perfectly, embroidered with delicate crystals that sparkled under the lights. She looked radiant, triumphant, like a woman who had won everything she ever wanted.But the same could not be said for Nathan.His expression was unreadable. Calm on the surface, yet distant, as though his body was present but his mind was somewhere else entirely. Each step toward the altar felt heavier than the last, like an invisible force was pulling