Chapter 48
Even the meaning behind the name, Charles had given it away without hesitation as if it had never belonged to us.
Was he truly this determined to carve out my heart?
“Charles… how could you take the name we chose together and give it to a child you had with someone else?“>
The moment the words left my lips, Charles’s expression darkened.
“Natalie! Watch what you’re saying!” he scolded in a low, sharp voice.N
The suddenness of it jolted me back to reality. I watched as he hurriedly turned to Eleanor, his voice dropping into a rushed explanation. Only then did I notice how pale she had gone, her face drained of color.
A lump tightened in my throat, instinct urging me to step forward, to explain.
But then I saw it.
The wariness in Charles’s eyes, cold and sharp, like a silent warning, stopped me in my tracks.
Eleanor remained frozen for a long moment before tears welled in her eyes. When she finally spoke, her voice trembled with pain.
“If our child was only born to fill the void of the one you never had with Natalie, then I would rather have never given birth to him!” Eleanor’s voice broke, her shoulders trembling. “Charles, I love you. You can belittle me, ignore me, but Orion is innocent. I don’t want him to exist as some consolation for your regrets with another woman.“}
“I know Natalie can’t accept me or my son. I understood that seven years ago. That’s why I did everything you asked: I stayed far away, lived in another city, and kept my distance. But when you suddenly said you’d bring me here, I thought… I thought we could finally be together and that this was finally our chance. But after seeing how she looks at us…” She choked on a sob, voice trembling. “Charles, send me and Orion back, okay? I don’t want to stay here, watching my child live under someone else’s shadow.“}
Her sobs grew heavier, and Charles panicked, rushing to reassure her.
“Eleanor, look at me.” His voice was firm, desperate. “Orion is our son, he is not some substitute for regret. I love you. I love our child. I have never neglected you, and I never will. Everything I have, everything I can give, belongs to you and Orion.“}
“You don’t need to care about her attitude! This is my home. A house I bought. My family. No one here will dare treat you or Orion unfairly.” His voice softened as he brushed a hand over her trembling frame. “Be good, don’t overthink. The baby in your belly doesn’t want to see his mother sad either.“}
Every word sliced through me like a blade, cutting so deep I could barely breathe.
Of course. Every brick and tile in this house belonged to Charles; what did any of it have to do with me?”
I let out a bitter laugh, the taste of irony sharp on my tongue.§
After Eleanor and her son left, I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago and placed them before him.
“Sign them.”
Charles barely spared them a glance before grabbing his coat, brushing past me as if I were nothing more than an afterthought.” “Natalie, you’re not young anymore. Next year, you’ll be forty. Stop joking around.“}
“We’ve been married for twenty years. If we divorce now, what do you think the media and business world will say about me?”
I scoffed. So that was what our marriage had become, just another carefully managed public image.
Everything had changed the moment success found us.
Ten years ago, the deal I personally secured had turned our struggling company into the city’s leading enterprise.
But when it came time to divide power, Charles and I had different visions.}
I wanted to be a general manager and keep building what I had helped create.
But Charles had already decided my fate for me. He wanted me to step back, to abandon my ambitions and return to being a housewife, the perfect image of a wealthy woman with nothing to do but live in comfort.
In the end, he didn’t even ask for my opinion. He simply hired someone new to take over my role, sealing my future with a signature that wasn’t mine.
I was furious. But under my mother–in–law’s persuasion, I swallowed my resentment and chose to let it go.
From that moment on, something between us quietly broke.
I tried, time and time again, to mend the distance that had formed, but there was always an invisible wall we couldn’t break through.
I tried to talk to him, to reach him, but he either brushed me off with work or dismissed me entirely.
“There’s nothing wrong. You’re overthinking,” he would say, his tone carrying no warmth, no patience.”
And so, we drifted further apart.
Until we became what we were today, two people bound not by love but by mutual interests, standing in the ruins of what had once
been.&
