So, in my previous life, the company's bankruptcy must had been caused by Charles after I went to prison.
I couldn't understand why the two people I had treated with all my heart were so cruel to me.
In my twitter, I saw a post from Charles and Sarah at a Mercedes dealership, posing with flowers and their new car.
The caption read: [No one loves me like Dad. Dad is the best! ]
I called Charles, but he didn't answer.
When I rushed home in a panic, I found the bedroom in complete disarray.
All my valuable bags and jewelry were gone.
There were only some worthless clothes scattered on the floor.
I took out my phone to call the police but hesitated, thinking about the new car Charles had just bought for Sarah.
Just then, the door opened.
Charles walked in with the bouquet from the dealership. Seeing the mess, he gently placed the flowers in my arms, saying, "These are for you. Don't be mad, honey. I'll get a cleaning service to tidy up. I took our daughter to get the new car, and she's thrilled. She even forgave you for hitting her today, but you should still apologize. You did hit her, after all."
I pushed Charles' hand away. "Where are my bags and jewelry?"