Chapter 1
In the fifth year of their marriage, Mason Sullivan forced a young secretary onto Charlotte West.
“Sophia is my friend’s daughter, fresh out of college.” Mason explained. “She’s young, innocent, with a bit of a temper. Be patient when teaching her anything she doesn’t understand.”
The girl looked up, barely in her twenties, with delicate features and smooth skin.
Hiding behind Mason, she timidly spoke, “Hi Charlie, I’m Sophia Klein.”
At that first meeting, Charlotte hadn’t realized this girl would become such a threat.
Until three months into Sophia’s employment, when Charlotte received a text: [Can you come to my place? I have some questions I need your help with.]
Charlotte had promised Mason she’d take good care of Sophia, so she went without hesitation.
But when she arrived at the address, she saw something shocking through the second–floor floor–to–ceiling window–Sophia, completely naked, was pressed against the glass by a man thrusting into her. The scene was explicitly graphic.
The man wasn’t a stranger–it was her husband of five years, Mason Sullivan.
Through the glass, Charlotte could hear the young woman’s trembling voice.
“Mason, I told you I won’t be your mistress. Why do you keep coming after me?”
Mason’s voice was husky with desire. “Who said anything about being a mistress?”
The young woman frowned in dissatisfaction, stopping his next move.
“You’re still married to Charlie. What else would I be but your mistress?”
Mason turned her soft body around and captured her lips. “I’ll say it again–you’re not a mistress. If it bothers you that much, I’ll go back and have Charlie sign divorce papers. Okay?”
“Fine! Oh, Mason…”
Their passionate sounds continued.
Charlotte stood frozen outside the window, feeling like a hand was squeezing her heart tighter and tighter until she could barely breathe through the pain.
Mason Sullivan had once been Boston’s most notorious playboy, cycling through women like changing clothes, never serious about any of them.
Five years ago, he fell for Charlotte at an advertising design competition when she was just starting her career.
Everyone thought he’d never settle down for anyone, but he surrendered completely to Charlotte.
The first time he brought her home, his father said she was “from a humble background, not good enough for Mason Sullivan” over dinner.
Mason didn’t waste a single word–he just grabbed Charlotte’s hand and walked out.
Even when his father threatened to disown him, he never looked back.
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Chapter 1
Outside the Sullivan mansion, he said, “Charlie, I only want you in this life. Without you, I want nothing! The Sullivan fortune means less to me than a single strand of your hair!”
Later, they did get married. Mr. Sullivan, unable to resist Mason’s determination and impressed by Charlotte’s abilities, finally
accepted her.
Over the years, Mason’s love showed in countless small details.
When Charlotte chewed on pen caps while working on ad campaigns, he kept seven or eight different colored pens in her desk drawer, personally sanding each cap smooth so she wouldn’t hurt her mouth.
His phone gallery was filled with her photos. His phone password and bank PINS were all set to her birthday.
Her hands and feet were always cold in winter, so every night before bed, he’d warm her feet against his chest. Even though they
were like blocks of ice, he never complained.
Who would have thought that after just five years, he’d want to divorce her for another woman?
Charlotte didn’t leave. She waited for Mason downstairs instead.
Three hours later, he came down with a smile on his face.
When he spotted Charlotte standing in the shadows, his smile froze. “Charlie? What are you doing here?”
Mason looked up and realized that from Charlotte’s position, she could have seen everything he and Sophia had done.
“Since you’ve seen it all, let’s talk.”
It was late, and the wind outside was strong, making Mason’s shirt flutter. He held a cigarette between his fingers, exhaling smoke
with a careless laziness.
Charlotte’s voice was ice–cold. “Talk about what? About how you just pinned my intern against a window and fucked her multiple
times?”
Mason smiled ruefully. “What, are you jealous? Charlie, I actually find it pretty cute when you’re jealous.”
Charlotte stared at him in disbelief. How could he be so nonchalant after being caught cheating?
“Yes, I slept with Sophia. But it’s just for fun. The girl’s interesting–young, fresh. I’m just enjoying myself. You’re still the one I love
most.”
Mason’s posture was relaxed and confident, as if he believed that even after confessing, Charlotte wouldn’t do anything about it.
Charlotte looked at him, feeling like she was facing a stranger.
No wonder on their wedding day, people had said that marrying into a wealthy family meant having to be tolerant, that men like Mason Sullivan would inevitably have flings on the side.
At the time, Mason had held her close and sworn, “That will never happen. I, Mason Sullivan, will only love Charlie for the rest of my
life.”
Back then, she’d thought those were just jokes. But now she understood they were the unspoken rules of wealthy
marriages–preventive warnings.
Others might tolerate it, but she couldn’t.
Charlotte took a deep breath and said through tears, “Let’s get divorced.”
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