Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Charlie POV
A wave of raw, desperate need flooded my brain, drowning out rational thought.
I made up an excuse and bolted to the restroom.
I texted Rachel.
If she wanted to act like a bitch, fine. She'd deal with the consequences.
I've always had a high sex drive. But Willow was so shy—she wanted to save both our first times for our wedding night.
I loved her. I was willing to wait.
But Rachel had someone slip something into my drink.
That night, I was drunk out of my mind. I thought she was Willow…
The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache. Clothes scattered everywhere. Rachel, naked beside me. I was furious.
I wanted to kill her.
But she'd recorded a video. She threatened me—said if I came after her, she'd release it.
Our families would force me to marry her. And worse—Willow would never forgive me.
But I underestimated how shameless Rachel could be.
To seduce me, she used every filthy trick in the book.
Stripped naked. Blackmailed me with videos. Threatened Willow's safety…
Forced me to sleep with her.
At first, I was disgusted. I resisted. But eventually… I started using her as an outlet.
Rachel sauntered into the men's room, and I grabbed her, shoving her into a stall and pinning her against the wall.
"Charlie, you're hurting me!" she whined.
I ignored her. Fury practically burned through my skull.
"Who told you to come? Are you out of your mind?"
Seducing me on my wedding night was one thing. But now, in front of Willow? We almost got caught!
Rachel seemed startled by my intensity. She pressed herself closer, her hand wandering.
"Charlie, I just wanted to make you happy."
She touched me. Her voice turned sultry.
"You like it. Don't you?"
"Charlie, you were so busy with meetings this morning, you didn't get to finish, did you? Let me help you now…"
My face went dark. She had the nerve to bring that up.
This morning, this shameless woman had hidden under my desk… and unzipped my pants.
Her voice grew more seductive. "Charlie, take me right here. Hard. Just like before…"
Memories of those reckless, heated encounters flooded back. My breathing grew heavier. I was ready to explode.
"Looks like your wife isn't satisfying you. Let me take care of you instead." Rachel stroked my erection as she slowly sank to her knees, gazing up at me with pure adoration.
No. No, I can't do this.
Willow was waiting for me outside. How could I abandon her to fool around with another woman in a bathroom?
I shoved Rachel away hard.
She stumbled back, hitting the door. She stared at me in disbelief.
My expression was ice-cold. "Keep your little schemes to yourself. If Willow finds out even a word about us, I won't let you off."
"Get out."
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Willow POV
There was a maintenance sign blocking the restroom entrance.
They were inside a stall. I slipped in quietly and opened my phone's voice recorder.
I didn't want to hear them having sex. After capturing a few sentences, I returned to my seat.
Ten minutes later, Rachel came back.
She walked strangely, a smug smile on her face. "Willow, I'm back. Sorry for keeping you waiting."
She sat across from me, her neck covered in kiss marks.
Combined with everything else, it wasn't hard to imagine what had just happened in that stall.
I kept my expression neutral.
Charles returned shortly after.
"Babe, let's go home." He wrapped an arm around me and headed straight for the door without so much as a glance at Rachel.
By the time we got back to the villa, it was late.
Charles apologized. "I'm sorry, babe. Tonight was supposed to be about celebrating you. I had no idea Rachel would show up."
I didn't respond. Charles's brow furrowed slightly.
I finished my shower and came out to find Charles already in bed, freshly showered and waiting for me.
"Babe…" His desire was written all over his face.
I suppressed the urge to run and forced myself to lie down beside him, swallowing my disgust.
As he leaned closer, I said quietly, "It's late. I have work tomorrow. Let's just sleep."
Charles sighed. He started to say something, but I'd already closed my eyes.
Before long, I heard the door open. Charles left.
My whole body relaxed.
Without Charles there, I slept better than I had in weeks.
When I woke up the next morning, Charles still hadn't come back.
I called a car and headed to the office on my own.
On the way, Charles called. "Babe, I had something come up early this morning and came straight to the office. I won't be able to pick you up. Are you—"
"It's fine. I know you're busy. I already called a car. I'm almost at the office. Gotta go."
I hung up before he could say more.
I had no interest in hearing another woman's voice in the background first thing in the morning. It would ruin my whole day.
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That weekend, Charles came with me to the hospital to see Grandma as promised.
Early that morning, he had the housekeeper, Rena, make chicken soup and personally prepared gifts for the visit.
I told him he was making too big a deal of it. It wasn't the first time we'd visited Maria. When she was first admitted, we practically lived at the hospital.
Charles shook his head. "Of course it has to be formal. This is the first time we're visiting her as a married couple."
He was insistent, so I didn't push back. But as I watched him fuss over every detail, my chest tightened with dread.
The more effort he put in, the harder it would be to tell Grandma I wanted a divorce.
I couldn't accept Charles's infidelity. And Maria, who loved him like her own grandson, would be even more devastated.
After two full hours of preparation, Charles finally loaded everything into the car and drove us to the hospital.
The whole way there, my heart pounded uncomfortably.
When we reached the hospital, I headed straight for the top-floor VIP ward.
"Grandma…" I pushed the door open.
The room was empty.
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