Chapter Five
“If you didn't divorce me because of him, why did you just stand there and watch him humiliate me?” he asked, his voice laced with a mix of hurt and confusion.
“I don't understand you are talking about,” she responded, her tone growing angrier. “So you expected me to put up a fight for you? Aren't you a man? Can't you stand up for yourself?” she scoffed unbelievably. “If you're a real man, as you claim to be, you should either fight back yourself or accept his offer. How can a real man rely on a woman to fight for him?”
Her words hit Charlie harder than he had anticipated, her words felt like a slap in the face. Although, he had expected those words from her, he still couldn't help but feel hurt and angry.
He knew it was only going to happen in his wildest dreams, but he had still expected her to defend him, to stand up for him. But instead, she simply watched as he was humiliated. He wanted to be angry with her, but he couldn't bring himself to feel anything but sadness.
The weight of Alice's words hung heavy in the air, leaving Charlie feeling a mix of frustration and a tinge of hurt. Did she truly think he was a total failure? This thought pierced his heart, for he had achieved a remarkable success in his career, founding one of the top ten companies in the city.
The accusation of not being a “real man” stung, as if his masculinity was being questioned. He had always believed in a more equal partnership, valuing understanding, support, and emotional connection over traditional gender roles. But now, Alice's words made him doubt his choices and principles.
As silence settled between them, Alice let out a weary sigh and rose from her seat. She confronted him, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and determination.
“You should stop following me around,” she began, her words laced with a subtle edge. “You and I aren't in the same class anymore. I am bigger than you now, and besides, you're no longer my husband.” She paused, her gaze unwavering. “But if you don't cease this behavior, I won't hesitate to report you to the police as a stalker. Understand?” Her voice carried a firm warning.
Her eyes narrowed as she continued, her tone revealing a hint of disdain. “You should go and find women who are in your class, you know, women of the lowest class” she paused briefly to let out a relief sigh. “I don't want a fool in my life. I need a real man, and you are far from being that.” Her words echoed with a piercing finality, leaving no room for further discussion.
Anger surged through Charlie, threatening to consume his composure. He fought to keep his emotions in check, though his clenched fist betrayed his inner turmoil. How could the woman he loved reveal herself as such a utilitarian individual? It pained him deeply to witness this side of Alice, to see her prioritize her desires above their history together.
Alice let out a hiss of exasperation, her departure marked by a sense of finality. Charlie could only watch as she walked away, her hand raised in a clichéd manner. The bitter irony washed over him, as he realized the unfortunate truth, Alice failed to understand that it was he who had played a pivotal role in her success.
He raised the glass to his lips, hastily gulping down the remnants of his drink. Just as he finished, the familiar sound of his phone ringing cut through the air, demanding his attention.
Retrieving the phone from his pocket, he glanced at the screen, revealing his General Manager's name. With a quick swipe, he answered the call and brought the phone to his ear, shifting his focus to the conversation at hand.
“Good evening, sir,” came the voice of the general manager from the other end, the crispness of their tone evident even through the phone's speaker.
“Good evening, Mr. Wesley,” Charlie responded, his voice steady and composed, ready to engage in the conversation that was about to unfold.
“I'm sorry to bother you this late in the evening, but there's been a matter that has come up, and I need your attention,” the general manager explained, his voice carrying a tinge of worry and gravity. The urgency in his tone couldn't be denied, even amidst the late hour.
“What happened?” Charlie replied, his brow furrowing with a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension.
“I heard that you're divorced, sir,” the general manager stated, his voice tinged with concern.
Charlie's brow furrowed as he processed the unexpected revelation. “Yeah, is there a problem?” he asked, his tone reflecting a mix of curiosity and a hint of vulnerability.
He was momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in topic, caught off guard by the personal nature of the general manager's question. However, he managed to maintain his composure, his demeanor steady as he prepared to listen to what the general manager had to say.
“I'm sorry about that, sir,” the general manager continued, his tone filled with genuine surprise and sympathy. “I was shocked when I heard that. How could she divorce you after all that you have done for her?” he asked, seeking to understand the situation.
Charlie let out a small chuckle, a hint of bitterness lacing his voice.
Charlie's voice took on a neutral tone as he replied, his previous chuckle replaced by a sense of solemnity. “She doesn't know that I was the one who helped her, is that why you called?”
The general manager sighed, acknowledging the sensitivity of the situation.
“Yes, that's what I wanted to confirm. The cooperation with your ex-wife's company has been paused, pending your decision on whether it should continue.”
Charlie's silence lingered for a moment as he processed the significance of the situation.
A wry smile crept across his face, a mixture of resignation and bittersweet acceptance apparent in his expression.
“Go ahead,” he finally responded, his voice calm but tinged with a hint of subdued emotion. “But let it be known that it won't benefit them much. Consider it my final gift to her.”
The words conveyed a sense of closure, as he chose to view this gesture as a final act of goodwill towards his ex-wife, despite the underlying pain it may have caused him.
Chapter sixThe general manager nodded in understanding, clearly impressed by Charlie's resolve. "I admire your ability to put aside personal feelings for the sake of business," he said, his tone respectful. "I know this can't be easy for you, but I think it shows real maturity and strength of character."Charlie simply nodded in acknowledgement, but the tension in his jaw betrayed the lingering discomfort he felt. "There's more to this than just business, you know," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "It's not just about the money or the contracts. It's about everything else that's tied up in it""I understand that there's a lot of history and emotion tied up in this situation," the general manager said, his tone empathetic. "And while I can't speak to your personal experiences, I know that business and personal relationships can often be intertwined in complex ways. But at the end of the day, I believe that you're doing the right thing by putting the company first. It takes strength
Chapter SevenAlice's voice trembled with surprise as she reacted to the unexpected turn of events. "This is too sudden. I wasn't expecting this. Things shouldn't be done like this," she exclaimed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.On the other end of the call, the manager's voice was firm and decisive. "I'll like to end the call," the manager declared, creating a somber atmosphere. The businessmen locked eyes, their expressions reflecting a shared understanding, before simultaneously nodding their heads."We have to greet our other business partners," Mr. Martin suggested, breaking the tension in the room with a calm and diplomatic tone."Yeah, we will see you around, Ms. Alice," the crowd chorused, their voices filled with a mix of sympathy and uncertainty. As they dispersed, Alice found herself standing alone with Michael, her heart sinking as the bitter realization of her business's grave situation settled in. The weight of it all made her appear lost, her gaze wandering aimles
Chapter EightThe butler was just about to introduce Charlie to the gathered guests when the waiter approached him, a sense of urgency in his eyes. Realizing the gravity of the situation, the butler swiftly decides against introducing Charlie, understanding that she would not want to be involved in such a distressing scenario. He swiftly makes his way over to where Charlie is seated, concern etched across his face."Young master, there appears to be a little problem," the butler says, keeping his tone as composed as possible."Mr. Michael has drugged your ex-wife," he reveals, watching Charlie's reaction closely."What!" Charlie exclaims, he stands abruptly from his chair."Where did he plan to take her?" Charlie asks anxiously, despite their divorce, harboring genuine concern for Alice's well-being."I don't know where he planned to take her, but I suggest you check their previous seating location. They might still be there," the butler responds, his voice steady and reassuring. Cha
Chapter NineAs Charlie hastily entered the grand hotel, accompanied by his driver, they wasted no time in heading towards the reception desk. Determined and slightly agitated, Charlie introduced himself to the receptionist, eager to make his urgent request known."I'm Charlie Thompson," he declared in a direct manner, his words carrying a sense of urgency. "A man accompanied my ex-wife here not too long ago, but she's been drugged. I need you to show me to the room immediately."Fully aware of the potential obstacles that awaited him, Charlie felt compelled to assert his authority, relying on his stature and reputation to help him quickly reach his ex-wife and navigate any challenges that may arise. Following Charlie's urgent plea, the receptionist responded swiftly, her nod indicating a positive acknowledgement of his request. Determined to assist, she promptly retrieved the master key, leading the group in a hurried rush towards the designated room. Upon reaching the room, she sw
Chapter tenThere was frustration in his voice as he demanded, 'I don't know who's talking, can you introduce yourself properly?' Alice couldn't help but chuckle at his attempt to feign ignorance. Undeterred, she fired back with an air of confidence, 'I can see you're pretending not to know who's speaking, but I won't let that get to me. I just called to ask why you saved me?' The question made Charlie's anger boil on the other end.'You're ungrateful,' he spat, his voice dripping with anger. 'I don't want to see your call again, so don't try contacting this number again,' he seethed, before abruptly ending the call.""What's wrong with him? Is he in his right sense?" she questioned with a mix of concern and confusion. As if on cue, her phone began to ring, interrupting her thoughts.Curiosity piqued, she glanced at the caller ID and realized it was her mother. Swiftly, she clicked the phone, bringing it to her ear."Hello, daughter. How are you?" her mother's voice came through the
A few days had passed since the incident, and Alice found herself hunched over her desk in the confines of her office. The room was dimly lit, with papers scattered haphazardly, creating an atmosphere of urgency and determination. She was engrossed in her work, diligently poring over files, as if trying to find a solution to her current predicament.With her brow furrowed in deep concentration, Alice's fingers danced across the keyboard as she composed an email. It was a crucial message to the Thompson's company, pleading with them to reconsider their decision regarding the profit share. The mere thought of a measly 25% profit share sent a surge of frustration through her veins, as she knew that kind of return meant potential losses for her.However, Alice recognized that she couldn't afford to let her emotions dictate her actions. The collaboration with the Thompson's company was crucial for her aspirations of reaching the top five, or perhaps even top three, in the entire country. S
Chapter 12"I am very sorry," she said, her voice full of remorse. "I shouldn't have jumped into conclusions so hastily." She paused, reflecting on the advice her mother had given her countless times. "Thank God my mum always told me not to jump into conclusions too quickly."She looked at him, seeking forgiveness and understanding, as her words continued to flow. "I truly apologize for my earlier assumptions," she said sincerely. He nodded affirmatively, accepting her apology and signaling that they could move forward.With the weight of her mistake lifted, he shifted the conversation to the matter at hand. "So, what's going on? Were you able to speak to the Thompson's CEO about your collaboration?" His tone was curious, but also concerned. "Did they provide a reasonable explanation for putting it on hold?" he asked, hoping for some positive news. However, her answer left him disappointed.She shook her head, her expression revealing her disappointment as well. "No," she replied, her
Chapter 12"I am very sorry," she said, her voice full of remorse. "I shouldn't have jumped into conclusions so hastily." She paused, reflecting on the advice her mother had given her countless times. "Thank God my mum always told me not to jump into conclusions too quickly."She looked at him, seeking forgiveness and understanding, as her words continued to flow. "I truly apologize for my earlier assumptions," she said sincerely. He nodded affirmatively, accepting her apology and signaling that they could move forward.With the weight of her mistake lifted, he shifted the conversation to the matter at hand. "So, what's going on? Were you able to speak to the Thompson's CEO about your collaboration?" His tone was curious, but also concerned. "Did they provide a reasonable explanation for putting it on hold?" he asked, hoping for some positive news. However, her answer left him disappointed.She shook her head, her expression revealing her disappointment as well. "No," she replied, her
Epilogue.Mr Thompson has tried all his possible best to make sure Judas's was charged to court. But it was as expected .. As the judge's words echoed through the courtroom, a sense of finality settled over the room. The Judas's eyes locked onto the judge, disbelief and despair etched on their face. Their lawyer's expression turned grim, their eyes cast downward in defeat.The sound of handcuffs clicking into place broke the silence, a harsh reminder of the consequences that lay ahead. The defendant's family rushed forward, tears streaming down their faces as they reached out in desperation.The bailiffs led the Judas away, their footsteps echoing through the courtroom like a death knell. The prosecutor's nod of satisfaction was a stark contrast to the despair that filled the room.As the door closed behind the defendant, the judge's gaze lingered, a hint of empathy flickering in their eyes. The cost of justice had been exacted, but at what price? The courtroom slowly emptied, leaving
Charlie stormed into Detective George's office, his eyes blazing with determination. "I want to see Michael. Now."The detective nodded, leading him to the cell where Michael was being held. As they approached, Charlie's smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with triumph."Ah, Michael. Finally. I thought you could escape the world," Charlie said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Michael looked up, a sly smile spreading across his face. He rose from the cot, his eyes locked onto Charlie's, and began to walk closer, the bars of the cell separating them."You must be thinking you're some kind of hero, feeling overexcited," Michael sneered, his voice laced with mockery.Charlie's smirk never wavered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're the one who's been playing games, Michael. But the game is over. You've lost."The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with animosity. Michael's eyes gleamed with defiance, but Charlie's gaze remained unwavering, his confidence and determination
Leo drove into his compound, the gates closing behind him. He and Charlie stepped out of the car, walked into the house, and headed straight to the bar. Charlie poured them each a beer, and they settled in for a relaxing evening. The bar was a cozy sanctuary, a place to unwind and leave their worries behind. But just as they were savoring the moment, Leo's phone buzzed with a missed call from the detective. His eyes locked onto the screen, his expression turning serious. .The detective's call was like a sudden interruption, a reminder that life's mysteries and challenges were always just a phone call away. Charlie's eyes lit up as he answered the phone, his voice eager. "Hello, Detective?" He listened intently, his expression changing from curiosity to excitement. "Hey Mr. Thompson, I wanted to inform you that there's progress in the search for Michael and his father," Detective George announced, his voice firm and reassuring. "We received a message from an unknown source, and he's
"Charlie is right. I know it's difficult but we have to leave our past behind us. We have to form one beautiful family. We have sorry everything has to happen kill this" Fiona's words were a gentle plea, a heartfelt appeal to let go of the past and unite as a family. But Judas's response was a bitter rebuke, his voice laced with sarcasm and pain."What do you all know about it?" he sneered, his eyes flashing with anger. "You think forgiveness is just a simple matter of forgetting the past? Forgetting the pain, the struggle, the betrayal? You think it's that easy?"Alice's words were a soft counterpoint, a gentle attempt to soothe Judas's hurt. "Sometimes, we have to let go of the pain, Judas. We can't keep living in the past. We have to move on, for our own sake."But Judas's scoff was a harsh rejection, a bitter laugh that dismissed their naivety. "Move on?" he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think I can just forget what happened? Forget the feeling of being abandoned
Judas's tone was laced with sarcasm, his words dripping with disdain. "Well, that's impressive, I see how much understanding you're in, after all these years," he said, his eyes rolling in mockery.Mrs. Fiona's face fell, her eyes filled with remorse. "Judas, I know my family has hurt you and your mother. I am very sorry," she apologized, her voice sincere.Judas's laughter was cold and mirthless. "Don't apologize to me... and moreover, I am not haunted. No one can hurt me unless I let them. It was my mother you guys haunted. And I think I blame her for being so simple. I promised myself I'd leave my life of commanding fear," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of darkness.Charlotte's voice was laced with a hint of desperation. "Judas, please... stop talking about the past. You already told me you have a bargain; will you talk about it since you're not ready to accept us as your family?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him with a mixture of concern and frustration.Judas's smirk was
The family gathered in anticipation, their eyes fixed on the door as they waited for Charlie's arrival. The sound of his car pulling up outside was followed by the creak of the door opening, and Charlie stepped inside with Leo by his side. Judas, his face obscured by a hat, brought up the rear, his confident stride commanding attention.As they approached, the family rose to their feet, their faces filled with expectation. Mrs. Thompson's eyes shone with pride as she embraced Charlie. "Charlie, I know this is big, but I am proud of you. You could go on live TV and say those words out loud," she said, her voice filled with emotion.Charlie's smile was radiant, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Mom, I this shouldn't be about me. I told you I have something important to tell. And I think we put our attention to it," he began, his voice filled with conviction. The room was electric with tension, the family's hearts pounding in unison as they waited for Charlie's revelation. Leo's eyes
The director's voice broke the silence, signaling the end of the show. "We've come to the end of the show. Please drop your opinions in the comment section."As Charlie stood up to leave the studio, his phone rang out, piercing the silence. He hesitated for a moment, then answered it, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Detective George," he said, his voice firm."Was everything you said true, Charlie?" Detective George's voice came from the other end of the line, laced with a hint of skepticism. "Is that why you wanted me to withdraw the case?"Charlie's eyes narrowed, his grip on the phone tightening. "Every word was true, Detective. And I wanted you to withdraw the case because I knew my family's secrets would only bring more pain and suffering. I wanted to protect my family, no matter the cost."The camera lingered on Charlie's face, capturing the tension and emotion etched on his features. The audience was left wondering what would happen next, their minds racing with questions and th
Charlie sat down, his eyes fixed on the camera lens, a determined look on his face. The studio lights cast a warm glow on his features, and the director's voice was calm and professional. "Mr. Thompson, you're on a live chat. Please, go ahead and say what you have to say to the world."Charlie's expression turned solemn, his voice firm as he began to speak. "I am Charlie Thompson, and I'm here to reveal a long-buried secret in my family. A secret that has haunted us for far too long. Today, I want to talk about my grandfather, James death and his life'."He paused, his eyes scanning the camera lens as if searching for the right words. "For years, we've been told that James was a good man and a very truthful one, but it was entirely a lie."The air was thick with anticipation, the studio silent except for the soft hum of the cameras. Charlie's words hung in the air like a challenge, a promise of revelations to come. The world was watching, and Charlie was ready to expose the secrets t
Charlie walked into Detective George's office, a determined look on his face. The detective gestures him to sit "Detective, I want to withdraw the case against my grandfather."Detective George raised an eyebrow, surprise etched on his face. "Are you sure about this, Charlie? We're talking about a murder investigation here. It's a serious offense."Charlie's eyes locked onto Detective George's, his gaze unwavering. "I'm sure, Detective. I want to withdraw the case. I know it's serious, but I have my reasons."Detective George's expression was skeptical, his brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure about this, Mr. Charlie? Withdrawing a murder case is not a trivial matter. It's a serious offense, and the legal implications are significant."Charlie's hand on the table clenched into a fist, his jaw set in determination. "I understand that, Detective. But I want to withdraw the case. I can't disclose my reasons, but I assure you, it's the right thing to do."The detective's eyes narrowed,