Chapter 147

From the moment Sena spoke, Dahlia was on edge. She never imagined that the events from five years ago would come back to haunt her. When she heard Sena reveal it wasn’t Evelyn who drugged the drink, she nearly stopped breathing. Dahlia feared that Sena knew it was her who spiked Charles’ drink. But once Sena finished, she finally exhaled in relief.
Five years ago, Charles was head over heels for her, and they were in the honeymoon phase. Couples in that phase were usually inseparable. Yet, Charles never made a move. Dahlia tried every trick in the book to seal the deal with him, but nothing worked. So, on their anniversary, she devised a plan. She would have someone slip Charles a drug, timing her entrance perfectly to be the remedy he needed.
She had everything set up perfectly, waiting for Charles to be brought to the room and for the drug to kick in so she could swoop in with a call. It was supposed to go off without a hitch. But then Evelyn threw a wrench in her plans. She couldn’t figure out why Evelyn was in Charles’ room, never suspecting Sena’s involvement. What a blunder! It was more of a hindrance than a help.
Relieved, Dahlia shifted her gaze to Charles, noting his apologetic expression. A weight settled in her chest. She moved closer, positioning herself beside Charles, and faced Evelyn, her eyes brimming with tears. “Evelyn, I’m sorry. I had no clue about the truth. I misunderstood you, and I genuinely apologize.” Her voice was as sincere as it could be. With those words, she neatly distanced herself from the whole mess. In Charles’ eyes, she remained his unblemished love.
Dahlia’s acting was top-notch. Her expressions were so convincing that it seemed she, like Charles, truly didn’t know Evelyn wasn’t the one who drugged him five years ago. She appeared genuinely remorseful for misjudging Evelyn.
“Do you really feel sorry for me?” Evelyn’s gaze was icy, her tone laced with something unspoken.
“Of course, I truly am!” Dahlia’s sincerity seemed to deepen.
A cold laugh escaped Evelyn.
“Dahlia, if you’re really sorry, word et
aren’t enough. Why not show your sincerity by kneeling?”
One day, she vowed that both Dahlia and Charles-who blindly defended Dahlia-would kneel at Charlie’s grave in repentance.
“Evelyn, don’t push it!” Charles’ fleeting remorse vanished, replaced by a hardened expression.
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“If you’re not sincere, spare me your apologies. You make me sick,” Evelyn shot back, her eyes locked on Chartes. She didn’t need fake apologies.
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Before Charlie’s death, Evelyn was still deeply in love with Charles, and the truth from five years ago meant everything to her. Back then, she still held onto a glimmer of hope for Charles, hoping he’d discover truth, that she loved him without any ulterior motives. She wished he’d treat her and Charlie right, that they could provide Charlie with a whole family, and that Charlie could experience a father’s love.
But Charlie was gone. The truth didn’t matter anymore.
Evelyn turned her attention away from Charles and Dahlia, focusing on Sena.