All Chapters of May We Never Meet Again: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

The garden was quiet, the wind brushing the flowers as if the world didn’t know how much rage and pain stood between them.Charlotte stopped a few feet from Nathan, her eyes locked on him. Her breathing was sharp, her hands trembling, but she held her ground.Nathan stood with his hands in his pockets, face drawn, guilt resting heavy on his shoulders. “Charlotte,” he began quietly, his voice almost cracking. “I didn’t kill Caleb.”Charlotte’s chest rose and fell as she let out a bitter laugh. “You didn’t kill Caleb?” she repeated, her tone cold and mocking. “You expect me to believe that after everything you’ve done?”He stepped closer, desperation creeping into his voice. “You don’t understand. Someone wants both of us destroyed. I was blind for too long, but now I see it clearly. They’re using Caleb’s death to ruin me and to finish you too.”Charlotte’s eyes narrowed. “Who are you trying to fool now? Another story to buy sympathy?”Nathan exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “I made

The nights had grown unbearably long for Charlotte. Sleep came in fragments — shallow, restless, haunted by flashes of Caleb’s face and the sound of his laughter that now only existed in memory.Every morning felt like a punishment, every hour another reminder that the man she loved was gone.The mansion that once echoed with warmth now felt hollow. She wandered from room to room like a ghost, unable to settle.When Megan, her mother, moved in a week after the burial, Charlotte barely protested.Megan’s presence was a relief and a torment all at once. She meant well — cooking, checking on her, trying to keep conversations alive but Charlotte’s silence was an unmovable wall.That evening, Megan sat beside her on the couch, gently taking her hand.“Charlotte, you have to stop this,” she said softly. “You can’t bring him back by hurting yourself.”Charlotte didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on the flickering TV screen, though she wasn’t watching.“I know you’re angry,” Megan continued,

Nathan’s phone buzzed on the desk while he was still midway through a meeting with a supplier.He stepped out into the corridor and pressed the screen to his ear.On the other end Inspector Dennis’ voice was sharp, businesslike. “Mr. O’Neil, we’ve been trying to reach you for two days. You were asked to report for questioning. If you’re not at the station in two hours we’ll come to you and place you under arrest by every means necessary.”Nathan started to reply, to explain the board commitments and the chaos of the last week, but the inspector cut him off. “This is not negotiable. You are a person of interest in a very sensitive investigation. Come now.”The words felt colder than the winter air outside. Nathan closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then told the supplier he’d return later.He took the main road to the station, hands gripping the steering wheel because there was no other way to steady himself.At the police station Dennis met him at the entrance with two officers. The int

The night in New York was unusually quiet, but Marcel’s apartment was alive with tension. The laptop screen glowed between him and Nelly, casting pale light across their tired faces, while the air remained thick with fatigue, frustration, and the pressure of a mystery that refused to loosen its grip.Two days had passed since Nelly’s narrow escape at the bar, and the footage she’d recovered was now their only lead.The small apartment looked more like an investigation room than a home. Empty coffee cups sat on the table. Notes were scattered across every available surface. Neither of them had gotten much sleep, yet neither was willing to stop.Marcel scrolled through the files again, replaying the video of the shooting — frame by frame. Roland’s face appeared clearly this time, frozen in the act of pulling the trigger.Nelly’s hands tightened on the edge of the table. “That’s him,” she said under her breath, her voice trembling slightly. “The man who killed Caleb.”Marcel leaned clo

The London Business Leadership Summit opened with its usual noise — camera flashes, the murmur of international delegates, the mix of ambition and rivalry thick in the air.But Charlotte barely felt any of it.She sat in the third row of the main conference hall, her fingers lightly gripping her notepad, her mind drifting back to the same place it always returned to now — Caleb, the investigation, and the haunting silence that followed his death.She tried to breathe steadily. Megan's voice echoed in her head: "Go. Clear your mind. Just go." Nelly had said the same thing.They all believed London would give her space, but instead, the noise inside her heart only grew louder.The bustling atmosphere around her only sharpened the emptiness within. Every cheerful conversation, every confident laugh from passing delegates, reminded Charlotte how isolated she truly felt. No change of scenery could silence grief that had settled so deeply inside her, refusing to loosen its grip.Every step