Under the scorching sun, Janet stood by the roadside, watching the place where Charles had disappeared. Her chest felt tight, like a breath stuck somewhere, unable to go up or down.
She didn't want to fool herself into thinking he cared about her. He was a man blessed with countless virtues—an extraordinary man. And she? She was just his sister-in-law. Yeah, what right did she have to harbor any hopes?
Only after stepping out of the car did Janet realize how unprepared she was. In her haste, she hadn't brought any money at all. Damn Charles for leaving her alone like this. How was she supposed to get home now?
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she bit back the sobs. She had never known men could be as petty and narrow-minded as women—sometimes even worse. Especially men like Charles, the mysterious type. She would never truly know what expression lay beneath his smiles.
