Later, even if I provided evidence and sent Yasmin to jail, he still believed her unconditionally.
"Charlie, I don't care about anyone except you. Can you just stay here with me?"
"I'm married."
Charlie avoided her hand quietly and spoke with forbearance and restraint.
"Then divorce her. You marred her to save me, remember? If she hadn't fabricated those things to send me to jail, we would have been married now."
Yasmin’s words hit me hard.
I stared at Charlie in a daze.
Charlie sighed helplessly, "But I did marry her, so I should take responsibility for her."
"What's so good about her? You've been out for so many days. Has she ever called you? She doesn't care about you at all."
Yasmin cried and accused me. Charlie pursed his lips and said nothing. I could tell he was a bit upset.
"She'll contact me when she comes around."
Charlie didn't stay with Yasmin for long. He consoled her with a few words and then left.
After he left Yasmin, Charlie seemed to realize something because of Yasmin's words and called me several times in a row.
But as expected, none of the calls went through.
His brows were tainted with a hint of anger as he sent me the messages.
"How long are you gonna keep being mad?"