He didn't know what he was doing either. All the thoughts he had had in the past were completely overturned the moment he saw her.
Atlas Hallow looked at his forlorn reflection in the glass window, feeling as if he had lost all vitality, like a ghost. How could he stop himself from being so conflicted?
Charlotte Miller had already said she and Rogers were husband and wife, so no matter what she did, he had no control over it, right?
He must have been possessed to come here and invade someone else's privacy.
Deep down, Atlas Hallow knew his obsession stemmed from the belief that Charlotte was his.
She was supposed to be his. How did it end up like this?
He could control many things and held the fate of many people, yet he had no way of controlling his own.
Is everything truly destined, leaving him without a choice? Is it really impossible to change?
