Chapter 5
286 Words
I asked myself a question: Do I really love Charlie?
The answer is no.
From the start until now, I never loved Charlie.
Even on the day he proposed, while I cried and covered my mouth, I thought about how the diamond ring in Charlie's hand didn't seem like the style he had kept in his collection for long. Perhaps that style was meant for Abigail.
Even with those thoughts, I still acted touched and accepted Charlie's proposal. Maybe I should have pursued an acting career. Perhaps I am inherently flawed, feeling indifferent towards emotions; love is far less important to me than my career and finances.
After marrying Charlie, thanks to Vincent's connections, my career flourished.
The social circles that once closed to me began to open their doors, and wealthy individuals welcomed my participation with their hypocritical smiles.
Charlie was my key. For that, I am very grateful to him.
I am grateful to Charlie, but I do not love him. I also know he does not love me. Isn't that appropriate? Because I do not love Charlie, I can play the role of a perfect wife. I can withstand his mother's insults and mockery with a calm face. I can endure his late nights without complaint. I can turn a deaf ear when he drunkenly calls out Abigail's name.
Although I do not love Charlie, I have fulfilled my duties as a good wife. I believe I owe him nothing. Over the past three years, my studio has transformed from an unknown entity into a leading brand in the industry. I no longer need Charlie; he can no longer assist me. It is time to fulfill the profound love between him and Abigail.
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