<b>Chapter </b><b>3 </b>
Nancy <b>froze </b><b>momentarily </b><b>before </b>meeting her <b>gaze</b>. This <b>wasn’t </b><b>our </b><b>agreement </b>when we made <b>our </b>deal<b>. </b><b>Are </b><b>you </b>having <b>second </b><b>thoughts</b>?<b>” </b>
Yes<b>, </b><b>she </b><b>was</b><b>. </b>
Charlotte lowered her <b>eyes</b><b>, </b>suppressing the <b>bitterness </b>in them.<b>“</b><b>I’ve </b>disappointed you.”
Nancy closed her <b>eyes </b>briefly and <b>sighed</b>. <b>“</b>Very <b>well</b>. If that’s what <b>you </b>want, <b>go </b><b>ahead </b><b>and </b>divorce him. <b>I </b><b>gave </b><b>you </b>the <b>opportunity</b>. But <b>you </b><b>can’t </b><b>win </b>Jaxson <b>over</b>. Now <b>our </b>family owes <b>you </b>nothing more<b>.</b><b>” </b>
A heavy <b>weight </b><b>settled </b>in Charlotte’s chest. Thank <b>you</b>,” she <b>replied </b><b>hoarsely</b>.
Returning to Havenwood Apartments, she coincidentally <b>encountered </b>Caroline, <b>her </b><b>son</b><b>, </b><b>and </b><b>Jaxson </b>downstairs.
They had arrived in Jaxson’s <b>car</b>.
Charlotte stood <b>frozen</b>.
Caroline looked at her in surprise. Dr. Sutton? Do you live at Havenwood <b>Apartments </b>too?”
Instinctively, Charlotte <b>nced </b>at Jaxson, but he showed no reaction.
His indifference cut deeper than any words could.
Havenwood Apartments was a luxuryplex in Boston<b>, </b>one <b>of </b>the Hamilton family’s properties. Jaxson had <b>offered </b>it to <b>her </b><b>as </bpensation.
It was close to the hospital<b>, </b>so she <b>epted </b>it.
She never imagined he would move Caroline and her son here <b>as </b>well.
How eager he was.
“What <b>a </b>coincidence,” Charlotte murmured, suppressing her emotions.
As she turned to leave, Caroline spoke again, “Dr. Sutton, I heard you’re married. Why haven’t we <b>seen </b><b>your </b>husband <b>around</b>?”
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Her gaze flickered to <b>Jaxson</b>, whose eyes darkened with displeasure.
Charlotte sneered inwardly. <b>Was </b>he really that afraid of Caroline finding out about their rtionship?
“I don’t have a husband,” she stated tly.
A shadow passed through Jaxson’s normally calm eyes.
“But Dr. Sutton, you’re listed as married,” Caroline said, <b>her </b>smile still in <b>ce</b>.
<b>Her </b>hospital records did indeed list her as married. Yet no one had <b>ever </b><b>seen </b><b>her </b>supposed husband.
Charlotte forced a mocking smile.“I just wrote that for fun. I <b>don’t </b>have a husband.”
Jaxson’s eyes narrowed dangerously at her denial.
Since she’d already resigned and decided to <b>leave</b>, she didn’t <b>care </b>anymore about keeping her <b>marital </b>status <b>a </b><b>secret</b>.