Single Mom's Sweet Husband by Charlotte

It was 11 o'clock at night.

Charlotte didn't feel the slightest bit lethargic as she rolled around in bed. The image of Sheryl having fun with Shane earlier during the day kept resurfacing in her mind.

Sheryl's pure smile reflected so much happiness. It was evident that she was having such a good time.

As she looked back on this, Charlotte felt a little rueful.

She knew for a fact that Sheryl had always longed for fatherly love. Still, she never mentioned wanting a father as she was worried about hurting her mother's heart. Even when other children teased her, she would silently put up with it alone.

Sheryl' s obedience and pragmatism only made Charlotte feel more ashamed of herself as a mother.

"Beep beep!"

The phone she had put aside buzzed. The notification immediately pulled Charlotte back to her senses. Wiping away her tears, she picked up her phone from the bedside table. It was a message from Anne.

'Lottie, are you asleep?'

'Nope. What's the matter?" Charlotte replied.

'How was the day with Shane? From what I can see, Sheryl likes him an awful lot.'

'Yeah, she does. She told me today that she likes him very much.'

Once this message was out, it took a long while before a new message came in.

Especially those eyebrows and that nose of hers, they look exactly like Shane's. Say, do you think he could be...' Upon reading

noticed their alikeness right

how could

speedily typed

probability of this happening is too minimal, perhaps completely impossible. How

later, she received Anne's response. 'You're right. Shane Fuller

female anchor, there are literally no other women by

let out a giggle when she read the message. To think Shane was such a faithful

to put down her phone, another notification came in

read

Emerson Corporation, Hospitalized For Serious Health Issues.' Beneath it was a short description, adding that

for serious

she remembered, her father had always been in

more she dwelled on the issue, the more uneasiness she felt lodged in her throat. She

and hastily changed out of her pajamas. After one last glance at sleeping Sheryl, she booked a taxi

anxiously ran up to the nurses' station just in time to catch a

know which room Timothy

patient in a VIP ward, she looked at Charlotte warily and asked, "May I know how you

that no ordinary

"I'm his..."

already mentioned that Mr. Emerson is doing fine? Please