Charlotte's POV:
That sharp, decisive line cut through the air, severing the last remaining thread between us.
Looking back, I'm still glad I had the courage to leave him back then. If I hadn't, my uncontrolled jealousy and burning resentment would have driven me to clash with Ethan until there was nothing left between us but destruction.
In the end, I would have only been discarded in disgust.
And I probably wouldn't have even received a single cent of the compensation he once offered out of guilt.
I turned on my heel and walked into the apartment building.
The concierge on the first floor greeted me, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. "Miss Dawson, that man in the Bentley outside… is he one of your suitors?"
I instinctively assumed he meant Ethan, and the deni
