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Three days later.
Outside Adrian's hillside mansion.
Jessica, the "Young Mrs. Blackwell" in name only, waited anxiously by the door.
Adrian's mother saw her and frowned: "Three years and still no baby. You're wasting my son's time!"
Jessica took the hit and nodded: "Yes, Mrs. Blackwell."
Inside she was screaming—how could she have a baby when Adrian wouldn't even touch her?
Just then, a black Bentley rolled up.
Adrian stepped out in his Italian shoes.
Before the staff could help, he turned back, blocking the door with one arm and offering his hand.
His voice soft: "Careful, Magna."
The Blackwell family froze.
A slender hand took his, then a stunning woman stepped gracefully from the car.
Everyone saw her face clearly.
She wore a light blue silk dress, looking graceful and elegant. Standing next to Adrian, they matched perfectly.
Jessica went ghostly pale, her pupils dilating in shock.
Charlotte?!
How could she possibly be alive?!
But seeing the woman's legs moving normally, Jessica's shock turned to confusion.
Maybe just a lookalike? Not Charlotte after all?
Charlotte smiled politely: "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell. I'm Magna."
Adrian's mother beamed. Her son had finally come to his senses!
She'd been telling him forever—a woman who couldn't have children and a loveless marriage? Better to divorce and find someone new.
But whenever she brought it up, he'd just tune her out.
Looks like her stubborn son had finally changed his mind.
She liked Charlotte more by the second and warmly invited her inside.
Everyone followed Charlotte into the house.
Leaving Jessica frozen in place.
At dinner, Adrian's mother asked about Charlotte's background.
Charlotte gave the story Adrian had prepared: "I lost my parents young. Luckily, Mrs. Quinn took pity on me and raised me as her daughter..."
Just like that, she'd been upgraded from Quinn's mistress to the Quinn family's adopted daughter.
The Blackwells nodded approvingly—her manners and poise definitely showed good breeding.
Charlotte answered a few questions, then went quiet.
Jessica arrived late, immediately locking eyes with Charlotte's calm gaze.
Charlotte nodded politely.
Jessica went white as a sheet, like she'd seen a ghost.
After some small talk, Adrian looked up and announced: "I'm in love with Magna. I want to marry her, so I'll be divorcing Jessica soon."
Jessica jumped to her feet: "Adrian, you're divorcing me?"
Adrian looked completely detached: "We never had real feelings. No children. Our marriage has been dead for years. Divorce is better for both of us."
Jessica went pale, swaying on her feet.
Charlotte spoke softly: "Mr. Blackwell, if I couldn't have children either, would you treat me the same way?"
The question was a knife straight to Jessica's heart.
Adrian's answer crushed her even more: "No. Never. I wouldn't do that to you."
Seeing Jessica about to lose it, Charlotte backed off:
"Mr. Blackwell, a divorce would create terrible publicity and hurt stock prices. I don't need a marriage certificate to be happy—just being with you is enough."
The Peterson succession battle was the priority right now. She couldn't get distracted.
And keeping Jessica close was safer anyway.
Adrian thought for a moment, then gave in to Charlotte's gentle persuasion: "Fine. We'll do it your way."
Since they weren't divorced yet, moving Charlotte into the hillside mansion wouldn't look right. Instead, Adrian set her up in his old downtown penthouse.
The city slipped into the harsh chill of late fall.
By now, the Peterson chairman was on his deathbed, and the succession battle had reached fever pitch.
Charlotte knew James Peterson's financial tricks at the South City subsidiary hadn't been exposed yet.
The scales hadn't tipped decisively in anyone's favor.
She just needed to wait patiently, like a crouching cheetah ready to pounce.
Meanwhile, at the hillside mansion.
Jessica was basically under house arrest, hearing the staff gossip about how Adrian was running around getting everything perfect for Charlotte.
The jealousy was driving her insane.
At the same time.
In the Fitzgerald headquarters, the CEO's corner office was dangerously tense.
Preston yanked off his tie in frustration.
On his screen, stock prices for several key Fitzgerald subsidiaries were deep in the red.
His assistant reported nervously: "Sir, that Magna woman Mr. Blackwell brought back... she's practically identical to Charlotte Pierce."
Preston spun around, eyes sharp: "Identical? You're sure?"
"Absolutely. Here's proof." The assistant handed over a tablet.
On screen, the woman's elegant profile perfectly matched the one that haunted him—the woman he both loved and hated.
Preston's pupils contracted as he laughed coldly: "She stays away all this time, then comes back right when old man Peterson is dying... Interesting."
Suddenly, he seemed to figure it out.
Charlotte faked her death to become the one that got away—Adrian's perfect, impossible love. Brilliant move!
And clearly, it had worked.
Once the Peterson succession battle was over, Charlotte would lock in her position as Mrs. Blackwell.
The thought filled Preston with bitter resentment.
What was so great about Adrian Blackwell?
Preston was the Fitzgerald heir—how could he lose to some self-made nerd?
A strange longing spread through his chest, eating away at him inch by inch.
Outside Adrian's hillside mansion.
Jessica, the "Young Mrs. Blackwell" in name only, waited anxiously by the door.
Adrian's mother saw her and frowned: "Three years and still no baby. You're wasting my son's time!"
Jessica took the hit and nodded: "Yes, Mrs. Blackwell."
Inside she was screaming—how could she have a baby when Adrian wouldn't even touch her?
Just then, a black Bentley rolled up.
Adrian stepped out in his Italian shoes.
Before the staff could help, he turned back, blocking the door with one arm and offering his hand.
His voice soft: "Careful, Magna."
The Blackwell family froze.
A slender hand took his, then a stunning woman stepped gracefully from the car.
Everyone saw her face clearly.
She wore a light blue silk dress, looking graceful and elegant. Standing next to Adrian, they matched perfectly.
Jessica went ghostly pale, her pupils dilating in shock.
Charlotte?!
How could she possibly be alive?!
But seeing the woman's legs moving normally, Jessica's shock turned to confusion.
Maybe just a lookalike? Not Charlotte after all?
Charlotte smiled politely: "Hello Mr. and Mrs. Blackwell. I'm Magna."
Adrian's mother beamed. Her son had finally come to his senses!
She'd been telling him forever—a woman who couldn't have children and a loveless marriage? Better to divorce and find someone new.
But whenever she brought it up, he'd just tune her out.
Looks like her stubborn son had finally changed his mind.
She liked Charlotte more by the second and warmly invited her inside.
Everyone followed Charlotte into the house.
Leaving Jessica frozen in place.
At dinner, Adrian's mother asked about Charlotte's background.
Charlotte gave the story Adrian had prepared: "I lost my parents young. Luckily, Mrs. Quinn took pity on me and raised me as her daughter..."
Just like that, she'd been upgraded from Quinn's mistress to the Quinn family's adopted daughter.
The Blackwells nodded approvingly—her manners and poise definitely showed good breeding.
Charlotte answered a few questions, then went quiet.
Jessica arrived late, immediately locking eyes with Charlotte's calm gaze.
Charlotte nodded politely.
Jessica went white as a sheet, like she'd seen a ghost.
After some small talk, Adrian looked up and announced: "I'm in love with Magna. I want to marry her, so I'll be divorcing Jessica soon."
Jessica jumped to her feet: "Adrian, you're divorcing me?"
Adrian looked completely detached: "We never had real feelings. No children. Our marriage has been dead for years. Divorce is better for both of us."
Jessica went pale, swaying on her feet.
Charlotte spoke softly: "Mr. Blackwell, if I couldn't have children either, would you treat me the same way?"
The question was a knife straight to Jessica's heart.
Adrian's answer crushed her even more: "No. Never. I wouldn't do that to you."
Seeing Jessica about to lose it, Charlotte backed off:
"Mr. Blackwell, a divorce would create terrible publicity and hurt stock prices. I don't need a marriage certificate to be happy—just being with you is enough."
The Peterson succession battle was the priority right now. She couldn't get distracted.
And keeping Jessica close was safer anyway.
Adrian thought for a moment, then gave in to Charlotte's gentle persuasion: "Fine. We'll do it your way."
Since they weren't divorced yet, moving Charlotte into the hillside mansion wouldn't look right. Instead, Adrian set her up in his old downtown penthouse.
The city slipped into the harsh chill of late fall.
By now, the Peterson chairman was on his deathbed, and the succession battle had reached fever pitch.
Charlotte knew James Peterson's financial tricks at the South City subsidiary hadn't been exposed yet.
The scales hadn't tipped decisively in anyone's favor.
She just needed to wait patiently, like a crouching cheetah ready to pounce.
Meanwhile, at the hillside mansion.
Jessica was basically under house arrest, hearing the staff gossip about how Adrian was running around getting everything perfect for Charlotte.
The jealousy was driving her insane.
At the same time.
In the Fitzgerald headquarters, the CEO's corner office was dangerously tense.
Preston yanked off his tie in frustration.
On his screen, stock prices for several key Fitzgerald subsidiaries were deep in the red.
His assistant reported nervously: "Sir, that Magna woman Mr. Blackwell brought back... she's practically identical to Charlotte Pierce."
Preston spun around, eyes sharp: "Identical? You're sure?"
"Absolutely. Here's proof." The assistant handed over a tablet.
On screen, the woman's elegant profile perfectly matched the one that haunted him—the woman he both loved and hated.
Preston's pupils contracted as he laughed coldly: "She stays away all this time, then comes back right when old man Peterson is dying... Interesting."
Suddenly, he seemed to figure it out.
Charlotte faked her death to become the one that got away—Adrian's perfect, impossible love. Brilliant move!
And clearly, it had worked.
Once the Peterson succession battle was over, Charlotte would lock in her position as Mrs. Blackwell.
The thought filled Preston with bitter resentment.
What was so great about Adrian Blackwell?
Preston was the Fitzgerald heir—how could he lose to some self-made nerd?
A strange longing spread through his chest, eating away at him inch by inch.
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