Charles rang the doorbell. The gate opened almost immediately. He strode in, silently hoping Avery wasn’t around. Luck was on his side — she was out. “You missed Avery by just five seconds. She left a moment ago. You’d have had a lot to answer for,” Thomas said, pulling the door wider to let Charles in. “Why do you look like you just had a session with the second-in-command of hell?” Thomas leaned on the doorframe, watching Charles slump onto the sofa. “Will you say something? It’d be crazy to find out you’ve gone dumb,” Thomas added, frowning. “What am I supposed to do, man?” Charles muttered. Thomas froze. That voice… he had never heard Charles speak with this much raw emotion. “Hey,” Thomas walked over cautiously, “something’s wrong, isn’t it?” “If you were in my position, what would you do?” Charles asked, finally opening his eyes, locking them on Thomas’. “What would I do? How?” Thomas replied, worry creeping into his tone. For the first time, he saw Charles really vulner

“How could you allow him to leave?!” Harington yelled on the screen, his anger barely contained. “Do you all see now why I said from the start we shouldn’t involve women?! Do you see?!”Everyone on the screen looked shocked.“What are you implying, Harrington?” Idris asked cautiously.“How could she just let him go when we haven’t finalized anything?” Harrington snapped.“I think you should withdraw what you just said about Helena,” Victor said gently. “No matter what, you had no right to talk to her like that. Or do you forget she’s a woman? We’ve been together over twenty-five years.”“And thanks to her, we’re on the verge of being exposed. Everyone will soon know who we are. You just wait and see,” Harrington barked.“Apologize to her, Harington,” Kim urged.“Why are you all acting like this? She let Charles go! Did someone do something behind my back?!” Harrington accused harshly. “And you, godfather,” he snapped, “you promised to talk to him. What happened to reporting the outcom

“Charles… don’t forgive me if you don’t want to,” she said, voice trembling. “I’ve realized my mistake. Let’s… let’s get back together. I promise I’ll… I’ll never do it again. I swear with all my heart, I’ll be a loyal wife. I’m… I’m really sorry.” For a few seconds, silence. She almost thought he was leaving—until his husky voice cut through the night. “Is that why you’re on your knees? Get up,” Charles muttered. She looked up at him. The night lights reflected on his face, softening his usual intensity. He looked… impossibly handsome, calm, yet holding all the power in his gaze. “I promise… I’ll correct my mistakes. We can still withdraw the divorce letter,” she pleaded, voice trembling. “Get up, Emmy,” he said softly. She rose slowly, noticing he didn’t look angry. “So… you want us to get married again?” he asked quietly, almost teasing. “Yes,” she whispered. “And what about Roger?” “Um… we were never really married. I’ve already ended things with him. My dad never really

The room smelled of smoke and something more forbidden, evidence of the chaos that had just taken place. Two women lay on the bed, partially covered by blankets, while Roger scrambled to get some clothes on.Emmy ignored all of it; she had come for a purpose.Roger approached her.“Can we talk outside?” Emmy asked firmly.“Of course, babe. If you want,” he said, leaning in for a kiss, but Emmy pulled back just in time.Roger chuckled. Outside, she faced him squarely. “What does love mean?” she asked.He frowned. “Why would you ask that?”“The kind of love I know,” she said slowly, “is one where I’m free to do what I want, and you’re free to do what you want… and we don’t get mad at each other over it, right?”Roger nodded cautiously.“Can you help me find out where Sadie is?” Emmy asked, her tone casual.“Why?”“Nothing. I just… I was wondering what you think about spending a day or two with her. You’ve wanted to see her all this while, right?”Roger’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Wa

“How many hours did you sleep yesterday?” the doctor asked after the day’s therapy session ended. “About ten hours,” Sadie replied. “Without pills?” His brows lifted. “Yes,” she said, a small smile forming. “I was surprised too. The last time I slept without pills was five years ago.” “That’s wonderful,” he said, jotting something down. “Honestly, I wasn’t expecting such progress this soon. Wow.” “How many more sessions?” she asked. “Why? Is Miss Sadie eager to go somewhere?” he teased gently. “I have to see my boyfriend.” “You could ask him to come here,” the doctor suggested. “We just want to make sure everything stays stable before you return to your usual schedule.” Sadie shook her head. “No. I want to be different when I see him. I can’t go now.” The doctor smiled warmly. “Alright then. Let’s observe how things go for the next three days. If you keep this up, you’ll probably be ready to see him in four.” “Thank you so much.” She clasped her hands together. “I’m really