Chapter 859

Charlotte stepped back into James's study. The cup from earlier was still tipped over, and the computer screen remained lit. She had to check-was there a second invitation?

She reopened the Pine Mist Island Resort website-only to be met with a live broadcast screen.

She forgot about crying. Wiping her tears away quickly, she clicked into the stream.

The resort's site was airing the Christmas gala live from multiple camera angles. She could even switch between them.

Charlotte felt like a detective, scanning each feed one by one-until finally, in the lower right corner of the main feed, she spotted a familiar figure.

James.

He really had gone to the party.

Even after she'd torn that damn invitation apart, he'd still managed to get in.

Fury surged through her. She grabbed the nearby cup and hurled it at the floor.

The shattering porcelain rang out like a scream.

So that was it? He liked her that much? Liked her so much that even just seeing her from afar, without a word, was enough?

How had she never noticed before-just how deep James's feelings ran?

sounded at

everything alright? I thought I heard


her face. "I'm fine, Mom. I accidentally knocked over a cup. I'll clean it up in a

Baby's asleep. Don't

"I know, Mom."

cleaned up the shattered pieces. Then, thinking fast, she retrieved an identical cup from the cabinet and placed

no matter what she did, as long as Sarah existed, peace

she'd have to

By any means necessary.

Harbour Crescent.

the food festival continued to play, but there wasn't much laughter. Though the crowd wasn't small, just as she'd expected, most people were older drawin by nostalgia, not energy.

the live stream, face tight with disappointment.

Crescent feed were full

the Pine Mist Island stream

slammed her phone down on the


"Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if

didn't flinch.

it's too late to

already on board.

off And jumping ship? Well

darkened. "I

incident slide, but

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