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Story: The Last Move Is Mine
His voice was extremely soft, almost inaudible. “Darling, I’m sorry. I will treat you right from now on.”
“It’s okay. I forgive you,” I said, reaching out to take his hand. “Darling, remember, I will always love you. But if I’m no longer around, I want you to live well. I hope you’ll carry on fine even without me. That’s my wish.”
Wesley suddenly tightened his grip around my waist. He demanded to know what I meant by that.
Chuckling softly, I reassured him, “Oh, it’s nothing. I just want you to live well.”
Then I raised my finger to his lips, silencing him. “Go to sleep.”
After closing my eyes, I began to make a plan. I had already gained my in-laws’ trust and strained Wesley and Charlotte’s relationship.
Charlotte must have been upset with Wesley after what happened at the mall. She must have found it uncomfortable to see Wesley and me acting romantically. No sane woman would want to share her man with another woman unless she doesn’t care about him.
I was the woman who didn’t care about Wesley, but Charlotte did.
Of course, Charlotte’s actions at the mall would make Wesley think negatively about her. She spent tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation.
I did an excellent job playing my part. Those who had hurt me–Wesley, Charlotte, Gilbert, and Maria–would soon realise that I wasn’t just a doormat who was head over heels for him.
Now that everything had been put in place, all that remained was to watch them fight among themselves!
The next day at noon, I prepared lunch and delivered it to the office.
I ran into Charlotte again. She maintained her usual smile. Wesley, on the other hand, appeared taken aback by my unexpected arrival.
“Darling, what are you doing here?” he enquired.
I giggled and responded, “I brought you lunch. I was in recovery before, but now that I’m doing fine, I have too much time on my hands. So, I made lunch and brought it to you.”
Everyone at the company greeted me warmly and enjoyed seeing me with Wesley.
I smiled shyly and welcomed them back. Not only that, but I asked the administrator to arrange an afternoon tea for everyone.
After lunch with Wesley, I prepared to leave. At that point, I looked at Charlotte.
“Ms. Wilson, would you mind seeing me out?”
Charlotte paused for a moment and looked at Wesley. Wesley appeared unconcerned, which I interpreted as his tacit approval.
Charlotte instantly smiled and nodded at me. She followed me out and assisted me in hailing a cab while we were on the street.
I stopped her and pointed to a café across the street. “Ms. Wilson, mind joining me for a drink?”
After a brief hesitation, Charlotte agreed.
When we were in the café, I focused on Charlotte, who sat across from me. I said: “You’re Charlotte Wilson, and you’re 24 this year. You graduated from the Harvard School of Business two years ago. Is that right?”
Charlotte looked at me in surprise. She nodded and asked, “Is something wrong, Ms. Watson?”
I got straight to the point and addressed her relationship with Wesley. “I know about you and Wesley,”
“It’s okay. I forgive you,” I said, reaching out to take his hand. “Darling, remember, I will always love you. But if I’m no longer around, I want you to live well. I hope you’ll carry on fine even without me. That’s my wish.”
Wesley suddenly tightened his grip around my waist. He demanded to know what I meant by that.
Chuckling softly, I reassured him, “Oh, it’s nothing. I just want you to live well.”
Then I raised my finger to his lips, silencing him. “Go to sleep.”
After closing my eyes, I began to make a plan. I had already gained my in-laws’ trust and strained Wesley and Charlotte’s relationship.
Charlotte must have been upset with Wesley after what happened at the mall. She must have found it uncomfortable to see Wesley and me acting romantically. No sane woman would want to share her man with another woman unless she doesn’t care about him.
I was the woman who didn’t care about Wesley, but Charlotte did.
Of course, Charlotte’s actions at the mall would make Wesley think negatively about her. She spent tens of thousands of dollars without hesitation.
I did an excellent job playing my part. Those who had hurt me–Wesley, Charlotte, Gilbert, and Maria–would soon realise that I wasn’t just a doormat who was head over heels for him.
Now that everything had been put in place, all that remained was to watch them fight among themselves!
The next day at noon, I prepared lunch and delivered it to the office.
I ran into Charlotte again. She maintained her usual smile. Wesley, on the other hand, appeared taken aback by my unexpected arrival.
“Darling, what are you doing here?” he enquired.
I giggled and responded, “I brought you lunch. I was in recovery before, but now that I’m doing fine, I have too much time on my hands. So, I made lunch and brought it to you.”
Everyone at the company greeted me warmly and enjoyed seeing me with Wesley.
I smiled shyly and welcomed them back. Not only that, but I asked the administrator to arrange an afternoon tea for everyone.
After lunch with Wesley, I prepared to leave. At that point, I looked at Charlotte.
“Ms. Wilson, would you mind seeing me out?”
Charlotte paused for a moment and looked at Wesley. Wesley appeared unconcerned, which I interpreted as his tacit approval.
Charlotte instantly smiled and nodded at me. She followed me out and assisted me in hailing a cab while we were on the street.
I stopped her and pointed to a café across the street. “Ms. Wilson, mind joining me for a drink?”
After a brief hesitation, Charlotte agreed.
When we were in the café, I focused on Charlotte, who sat across from me. I said: “You’re Charlotte Wilson, and you’re 24 this year. You graduated from the Harvard School of Business two years ago. Is that right?”
Charlotte looked at me in surprise. She nodded and asked, “Is something wrong, Ms. Watson?”
I got straight to the point and addressed her relationship with Wesley. “I know about you and Wesley,”