Charlotte: Her Twisted Fate

Betrayal and The Crash

CHAPTER 6

Betrayal and The crash

Charlotte POV

I wanted to walk away, but I didn’t .

Every instinct in me screamed to turn around, to pretend I heard nothing, to run and protect whatever was left of my heart. But I didn’t. My hand moved before I could stop myself, and I pushed the door open.

The world stopped. Andrew was on top of Sophie. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. It felt like all the air had been sucked out of my lungs, like my chest had been ripped open and left hollow.

They both turned at the same time. Shock flashed across their faces.

“What the f**k?” Sophie snapped, her voice sharp and irritated, like I was the one who had done something wrong.

I didn’t wait. I couldn’t. I turned and ran. Tears blurred my vision as I stumbled through the hallway, my heart pounding violently against my chest. My steps were uneven, almost unsteady, like I might collapse at any moment. How could he do that? After everything? After all the love I gave him… after everything I sacrificed… Was it all nothing? Was I nothing?

I didn’t even realize how far I had gone until I heard my name.

“Charlotte!” His voice. I froze.

For a moment, I thought maybe, just maybe, he would explain. Maybe there was something I didn’t understand. Maybe this wasn’t what it looked like. Slowly, I turned. Andrew stood a few steps behind me, his expression unreadable. My heart clenched painfully.

“Why?” I asked, my voice breaking despite my effort to stay strong. “Why would you do this to me?”

For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then he sighed.

“I don’t love you,” he said flatly. “I never did.”

My world shattered. My steps faltered slightly, like the ground beneath me had shifted.

“I know that but at least, why can’t you just love me back.”

“I can’t,” he continued, his tone almost bored. “You were so in love with me, it was obvious. I pitied you.” Each word hit harder than the last.

“I liked Sophie,” he went on. “But she didn’t want anything serious at first. She just wanted a fling. So… I used you.”

My chest tightened painfully.

“To make her jealous,” he finished. “And it worked.”

Silence fell between us. Heavy. Crushing.

“So… all this time…” my voice trembled, barely audible, “I meant nothing?”

He looked at me, and for a moment, I searched his face for something—regret, guilt, anything, but there was nothing.

“I’m sorry,” he said, but even that sounded empty. “I just came to end things properly.” Properly.

That word felt like a joke. Something inside me finally broke. All the hope I had been holding onto… all the excuses I had made for him… all the love I had forced myself to believe was real… gone. Just like that. I nodded slowly, though I wasn’t even sure he noticed. Then I turned and walked away.

I didn’t know where I was going. I wasn’t thinking. My mind was blank, my chest aching so badly it felt like I couldn’t breathe properly. Tears streamed down my face, blurring everything in front of me. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear. All I could feel was pain. Deep, overwhelming pain.

I didn’t notice the road. I didn’t notice the headlights. I didn’t hear the horn. Then everything happened at once: a loud screech, a flash of light, and impact. Pain shot through my body as I was thrown forward, hitting the ground hard. The world spun. Everything blurred. And then… darkness.

I don’t know how long I was out—minutes? Hours? It felt like forever. When I finally opened my eyes, I wasn’t where I expected to be. No hospital. No noise. No chaos. Just silence. A quiet, unfamiliar room. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. But then the memories came rushing back: the party, Andrew, Sophie, the road, the crash. I sat up slowly, my head spinning slightly. And then… the door opened. He walked in. Damian.

The moment I saw him, something clicked. Something I couldn’t explain. It felt like I had seen this before, lived it before, like this moment wasn’t new.

And then it hit me—hard. I had gone back.

Back to that night, Back to the moment I woke up here before everything.

Back to when all I said to him was a simple “thank you.” My fingers tightened slightly on the bed sheets.

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