All Chapters of The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charlie's POV ‘I was looking at the same face, but it belonged to a completely different woman. And somehow, I had been stupid enough to marry her.’ The security guards still had her arms when I appeared in the doorway. Serena was struggling in their grip not caring about the stares we were getting. "You shameless man," she screamed, twisting her hands, "so this is what you do, you go around town sleeping with different ladies, where's that bitch?" She asked but I gave no reply, I knew it was meaningless, she would only believe whatever she had made up in that head of hers. “I'm sure she's in there, you were with her right, I'm going to show her that no one would steal my man," she screamed. "Serena," I cut in, and my voice came out flat, I was tired, stressed out and the few moments of peace I had, she's taking that away too. "What is it? What are you doing here?” I asked as calmly as I could. She stopped twisting just long enough to stare at me like I had lost my mind

CharlieThe office was the only place that had ever asked nothing of me except results, and that morning I needed that more than I needed anything else.I had not called Serena. I had woken up, showered, dressed and driven straight in without checking my phone beyond the work notifications and I felt no particular way about that decision. Whatever state she had gotten herself home in after last night was a problem she had created and could sort accordingly.The morning meeting was already assembled when I walked into the boardroom, my team spread around the table with their laptops open and their presentations pulled up. I took my seat at the head, poured coffee from the carafe in the center and listened while they walked through the material, asking questions where the logic thinned and cutting sections that were running too long. The deal on the table was significant and I was not walking into that event with a presentation that had any soft spots in it."Tighten the third segment,"

CharlieMy dreams of her were becoming even more frequent than usual and it was killing me.I had seen her for less than three seconds through a car window and somehow that was enough to ruin the rest of my afternoon entirely. Frank and I had made it to lunch and I had sat across from him for an hour pushing food around a plate, contributing just enough to the conversation to avoid questions I did not want to answer, and by the time we parted ways outside the restaurant I could tell from the way he looked at me that he had noticed everything and was choosing, for now, to say nothing about it.I drove home in the kind of mood that had no name, just a weight.The house was quiet when I got in, which meant Serena had not yet returned, and I was grateful for that in the uncomplicated way you are grateful for small mercies that you know are temporary. I changed, poured myself a drink I barely touched and sat in the study with work on the screen in front of me that I read without absorbing

Charlie's POV She was going nowhere with me, all Serena would do there was cause a scene that none of us would ever forget. Serena was still buried under the covers when I slipped out of the bedroom and closed the door behind me with the care of a man who understood that what was sleeping in that room was not simply a woman but a problem he needed several hours head start on. I showered, dressed and was out of the house before seven, and the entire drive to the office I spent dismantling and rebuilding the problem of her, the way I approached every problem that mattered, without sentiment and without mercy. The truth was, I didn't love Serena anymore. I had known that for longer than I cared to admit. Whatever had once existed between us had been buried beneath years of resentment, disappointment and choices neither of us could undo. What remained wasn't love. It was history, guilt and a responsibility I had never quite figured out how to put down. I had spent years convincing m

Charlie’s POV I decided to work from home, taking advantage of the opportunity to prepare properly for the event since it was only hours away. “Run it again,” I told Davies through the screen, leaning back in my chair. “From the infrastructure segment, and this time, do not rush the transition into the projections. You lost the argument there last time.” Davies nodded and pulled the slides back up immediately. The silence of the house was doing things for my concentration that the office never could. No interruptions, no footsteps outside my door, no Serena moving through the background of my day like a weather system I had to constantly account for. Just me, the screen and the work. “The third point needs a stronger opening statement,” I cut in. “You are burying the most compelling argument in the middle where nobody is paying attention. Lead with it. Make them lean forward before you give them the numbers.” Davies made the adjustment in real time, and I watched it take shape, f