The Day Our Promise Breaks

Wesley's words hit Charles like a lightning strike, leaving him stunned and

speechless. He snapped his head up, his eyes cold and piercing. "What did you just say?" he demanded.noveldrama

The shock slackened his grip on Dahlia, and she stumbled awkwardly to the ground. "Ouch!" she exclaimed, trying to pull Charles's attention back to her. But he was too lost in his thoughts to notice.

Seeing this, Dahlia pushed her pain aside. She sat there, shoulders shaking, her face hidden so no one could tell if she was scared of Wesley's revelation or something else entirely. After a moment, she looked up, eyes red and brimming with tears. "Wesley, you're lying! Why would you slander me like this?" she cried out, her voice choked with emotion.

Her gaze locked onto Wesley's, sending a silent message that only he could understand. Dahlia was betting on Wesley's love for her. Surely, he wouldn't hurt her, not when he loved her so much.

Wesley caught the meaning in her eyes and looked back at her, his own emotions in turmoil. He'd known her since she was sixteen, and now, ten years later, memories of their time together flooded back.

He remembered the bold way she had pushed him against a wall, hooked her arms around his neck, and offered him her first kiss. Later, she had wanted to give herself to him completely, but he had held back, truly caring for her, knowing she was too young then.

When she turned eighteen, she offered herself to him as a birthday gift. That night, he felt like the luckiest man alive, ready to do anything for her. And when she got pregnant, he was over the moon. She thought she was too young for a child and wanted to end the pregnancy, but they couldn't go through with it at the clinic. So they decided to keep the baby.

She argued that he couldn't provide a good life for their child, not wanting the kid to end up like him. So, he agreed to her plan to pass the child off as Charles's. Once their son was born, they'd all be secure and comfortable.

When things took an unexpected turn, was he happy? He went abroad with her, where Sandy was born, the most important person in his life. He couldn't forget the vow he made that night she gave him her first time. She would be his only woman, and he promised to always be loyal, cherish, protect, and love her, never betraying or hurting her.

He hadn't forgotten that promise, nor did he want to hurt her. But thinking of how she treated Sandy, their daughter, who still defended her despite the abuse, willing to do anything for her approval, broke his heart.

He could endure the betrayal, but Sandy was just seven. If she stayed with Dahlia and kept getting

manipulated, she'd be beyond

saving. He couldn't watch his net

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daughter's life get ruined. He had to expose Dahlia's true nature to make Charles turn against her, so he could get Sandy back.

For Sandy's sake, Wesley put his reluctance aside, hardened his resolve, and turned his gaze from Dahlia to Charles, saying firmly, "Charlie's death wasn't an accident. Dahlia caused it on purpose."

"Wesley!" Dahlia's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe Wesley would be so heartless. He had promised never to harm her.

"Dahlia!" Charles shouted suddenly, his voice sharp, calling her by her full name for the first time. Her lips trembled as she looked at him, fear creeping in at the suspicion in his eyes.

"Charles..." she murmured, tears streaming down her face, trying to tug at his heartstrings. But he only looked at her with cold detachment, making her shiver.

She knew that ever since Charles realized he had misunderstood Evelyn two years ago, he regretted how he'd treated Charlie. He felt he owed that poor child so much, and her death left a debt he could never repay. This guilt had been festering inside him.

For the past two years, he spent countless nights by Charlie's grave, lost in thought. Whenever he saw things that reminded him of her, he'd buy them, filling his mansion with her favorite pastel blue. Time hadn't duffed his memories of her, it only made her absence more profound.

If Charles found out that Dahlia had maliciously taken what was meant for Charlie

and caused her death, even if he spared her for Debbie's sake, their relationship would be irreparably damaged.

All of Dahlia's careful plotting would be for nothing. How could she not be desperate?