Charles' Side
When Charles returned to the empty house, he kept searching—desperately, irrationally—for traces of her.
But there was nothing. Not a single trace of her shadow left behind.
Clutching onto his last sliver of hope, he told himself—this had to be a joke. Just one of her silly games to tease him.
But no. He was wrong. Terribly, laughably wrong.
He thought that after last night—after the way she had clung to him, cried beneath him, whispered his name over and over—she would finally stay.
He thought she had surrendered.
But it turned out... that night had only been a carefully laid trap. A gentle snare made of silk and kisses.
Had Janet been playing him like a fool this whole time?
The biggest mistake Charles had ever made in his life was trusting her too deeply. Believing too much in her soft eyes and trembling lips.
But what he couldn't understand—what kept him awake and tearing at his own mind—was why she left.
