Charlotte’s smile vanished completely, replaced by a tight-lipped expression. Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms, clearly displeased by the change in their evening.
She remained silent, though, her frustration visible in every stiff movement as she climbed into the car behind us.
The ride back to the manor was tense. But I just stared out the window, my thoughts spinning.
Even though I had spent the entire week in the hospital thinking about life after Sylus, after the Fuentez family, but the truth was, I still did not know what that life would look like.
Would I be safe, free from their grasp? Or would the shadow of Sylus and his powerful family linger over me forever?
When we finally arrived at the manor, Sylus wasted no time. In the living room, he laid everything out with the precision of a business transaction.
“Charlotte and I are getting married soon,” he said bluntly, not even pausing to see how those words might affect me.
"I will make sure you are well-compensated," he continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "You will not have to worry about anything after the divorce."
Charlotte, sitting beside him with her arms crossed, watched me with a smug smile.