I also did not expect that someday, Charlotte would completely come back to Sylus’ side and made an uproar by the day she returned to the country.
Her arrival was nothing short of dramatic. The media captured Sylus personally picking her up from the airport, the pictures flooding every news outlet.
Headlines screamed, "Your Crush Is Back, Who Would You Choose?"
The internet exploded with speculation, and my heart sank as I realized the inevitable. Everyone knew the answer.
The public’s infatuation with Charlotte had never died, and neither had Sylus's feelings, it seemed.
Deep down, I knew what I had to do.
Once my wounds healed, I would leave the manor, leave Sylus, and leave behind the life I had mistakenly believed was mine.
That night, fever burned through me like fire, the ache in my body spreading until it became unbearable.
My vision blurred, and in my dazed state, I instinctively reached for my phone and dialed Sylus.
After all, I had been his wife for three years, how could I suddenly stop depending on him? Surely, he would care, wouldn't he?