Charles sat in the opulent dinning room, his heart pounding in his chest as the words of betrayal echoed in his ears. The room was adorned with elegant furnishings, a clear contrast to the turmoil that churned within Charles’ soul. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard – his beloved wife, Emma, was to be married off to another man, a wealthy man named Jerry. He couldn’t fathom the depth of the betrayal. As the weight of the situation settled upon him, Charles turned his gaze towards Emma’s mother, a woman he had once admired and respected. His eyes locked with hers, searching for answers in the depths of her cold, calculating stare. With a trembling voice, he mustered the courage to confront her, to question the very foundation of their family’s decision.“Why?” Charles managed to utter, his voice a mere whisper, though it reverberated with anguish and disbelief. “Why would you want to end my marriage with Emma?”Emma’s mother, her countenance decorated with an air of superior

Charles continued to stare at his phone in disbelief, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and confusion. Ten million dollars had miraculously appeared in his bank account. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, hoping to remove any lingering drowsiness that might be clouding his perception. Yet, the message remained unchanged, shining brightly on his screen. How was this possible? And more importantly, who could have sent such an extraordinary sum of money his way? As he pondered these questions, a surge of hope swelled within him. With this newfound fortune, he could finally put an end to the impending marriage between his ungrateful wife, Emma, and that conniving Jerry. Perhaps this unexpected twist of fate could reignite their love and rekindle the flame that had once burned brightly. Although Emma seemed distant and uninterested, Charles’s love for her remained steadfast, buried deep within his heart.Determined to uncover the mystery behind the windfall, Charles made a sw

The atmosphere in the office room was tense as Charles, his lawyer Mr. Higgins, and the company’s manager, Ms. Norah, sat in anticipation. They awaited the arrival of their visitors, each lost in their own thoughts.After the secretary closed the door behind her, Charles leaned forward, his eyes fixed on Ms. Norah. Sensing his urgency, he whispered, “Norah, I need you to attend to our visitors outside personally. Don’t let the secretary invite them upstairs.”Confusion flickered across Norah’s face. Charles had asked the secretary to invite the visitors upstairs, but had suddenly had a change of mind. She wondered why, but she nodded in agreement, recognizing the seriousness in Charles’ tone. She rose from her seat, ready to carry out his request.Charles guessed the identity of one of the visitors—a visitor who held a special place in his heart. It was Emma, his wife. Unknown to her, he had recently become the new CEO of Oscorp, a fact he was yet to reveal to her. He had big plans

Inside his new mansion, Charles sat on a sofa in the living room, his troubled mind conflicted with emotions. The notion of divorcing Emma weighed heavily on his mind, as he pondered with the memories of a time when he had sought love and happiness in her. Thoughts played in his mind, and he delved into the depths of their past, seeking clarity.With each passing moment, Charles found himself transported back to the fateful day when he first laid eyes on Emma. It was in college that their paths had intertwined, and a connection sparked between them, igniting a flame that would burn brightly for years to come. Their shared friendship and youthful dreams had bound them together, and upon graduation, they started going out.As Charles reminisced about their early days, a tender smile played upon his lips. They had been inseparable, like two souls perfectly entwined. Their love had blossomed with each passing season, flourishing under the supervision of Emma’s wealthy family. He had treas

Charles stirred in his soft bed, half-aware of the unfamiliar sound filling the room. His eyes fluttered open, and with a disgruntled groan, he finally registered the constant beeping of the alarm at his bedside. He reached over and fumbled to switch it off, irritation evident in his movements. It had been a long time since he needed an alarm to wake up; he usually rose with the sun, but today was different.The morning light filtered through the curtains as Charles tried to return to his slumber. Just as his eyelids began to close again, a knock on his bedroom door startled him. His brows furrowed in confusion, wondering who would dare interrupt his restful morning. Checking the time on the alarm, he noticed it was already past eight. Charles sighed and got out of bed, heading to the door.Opening the door, he was greeted by the friendly face of Martha, the long-serving cook, and housekeeper to his late uncle and now to him. Her warm smile was infectious, and it was hard to stay anno