I'm Dead, but She Wants Me to Take the Fall
Charlotte, what is your heart made of?
Each word struck her like an ice-cold knife buried deep in her chest. Her whole body trembled violently, every nerve on fire.
Her eyes went wide, veins reddening fast. For a moment, it felt as if the world itself was cracking and crumbling around her.
Charlotte's mouth opened, but no sound came out. She could only let out ragged, desperate gasps.
The truth hit her like a hammer. For years, she had hated the wrong man, trusted a liar, and loved the wrong person.