Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby! - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The next morning.
Charlotte took a few expensive jewelry pieces out, hoping to sell them for escape money.
"Sorry, Miss Pierce. We can't take these."
"Miss Pierce, please leave."
She hit up several high-end jewelry buyers and got turned away every time.
At the last shop, when she pressed the manager for answers, he finally spilled: "Miss Pierce, Mr. Fitzgerald made it clear—anyone who buys from you is out of business."
Of course it was him!
Rage boiled up in Charlotte's chest.
Once she ran, Dad would freeze all her accounts immediately.
Preston knew she'd need cash, so he'd cut off every avenue.
Just when she was out of options, an auction house ad popped up on her phone.
Charlotte perked up instantly.
She could sell anonymously through auction, dodging Preston's blacklist completely.
Charlotte immediately contacted the auction house and put her most valuable piece—an emerald brooch—up for anonymous sale.
The auction was packed with elegant people and high society types.
Charlotte wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered half her face and sat quietly in a shadowy corner.
Even though she was nervous, her eyes kept drifting to Adrian and Jessica in the front row.
The auction hit its peak when a pair of vintage couple's watches came up.
Jessica's eyes lit up. She tugged on Adrian's arm playfully. "Adrian, those are perfect for us! Could you bid on them as our engagement gift? Please?"
Adrian glanced at the watches and raised his hand. "Whatever it takes."
The crowd went wild.
In her corner, Charlotte dug her nails into her palms, fighting back the bitter pain.
Finally, the vintage watches sold for an insane price.
With everyone watching, Adrian took off his Patek Philippe and put on the new vintage watch.
Charlotte fought back tears.
That Patek Philippe was her birthday gift to him. Adrian had blushed when he promised he'd treasure it forever.
Now he'd just tossed it aside like it was nothing.
While she was spacing out, the couple up front got ready to leave.
Jessica spotted Charlotte in the corner.
She smiled wickedly. "Adrian, that old watch is such an eyesore. Just throw it away—no point keeping gifts from certain people cluttering up the place. Right, sis?"
Charlotte bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.
Adrian's eyes swept over and met hers.
Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, he flinched like he'd been burned and quickly looked away.
He smiled at Jessica. "Let's go."
Jessica shot Charlotte a nasty look and walked out arm in arm with Adrian.
After the auction ended, Charlotte stumbled backstage to collect her money, only to be told: "Sorry, your funds have been frozen."
Her last hope was gone.
As she walked out in a daze, a Maybach silently pulled up in front of her.
The window rolled down, revealing Preston's butler's stern face. "Miss Pierce, Mr. Fitzgerald wants to remind you—the wedding's coming up. Drop whatever foolish ideas you have and stay home like a good bride."
The luxury car drove off, leaving Charlotte standing pale in the cold wind.
That night, Charlotte got trapped in nightmares.
One moment she dreamed of her past life—Adrian putting a necklace on her, smiling as he called her "Charlotte."
The next, she dreamed of this life—Adrian carefully helping a pregnant Jessica, then turning to Charlotte with pure disgust. "A slut like you thinks she deserves me?"
She woke up gasping for air.
Charlotte was drenched in sweat, staring at the ceiling, feeling completely broken.
Maybe it was time to let go.
Charlotte took a few expensive jewelry pieces out, hoping to sell them for escape money.
"Sorry, Miss Pierce. We can't take these."
"Miss Pierce, please leave."
She hit up several high-end jewelry buyers and got turned away every time.
At the last shop, when she pressed the manager for answers, he finally spilled: "Miss Pierce, Mr. Fitzgerald made it clear—anyone who buys from you is out of business."
Of course it was him!
Rage boiled up in Charlotte's chest.
Once she ran, Dad would freeze all her accounts immediately.
Preston knew she'd need cash, so he'd cut off every avenue.
Just when she was out of options, an auction house ad popped up on her phone.
Charlotte perked up instantly.
She could sell anonymously through auction, dodging Preston's blacklist completely.
Charlotte immediately contacted the auction house and put her most valuable piece—an emerald brooch—up for anonymous sale.
The auction was packed with elegant people and high society types.
Charlotte wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered half her face and sat quietly in a shadowy corner.
Even though she was nervous, her eyes kept drifting to Adrian and Jessica in the front row.
The auction hit its peak when a pair of vintage couple's watches came up.
Jessica's eyes lit up. She tugged on Adrian's arm playfully. "Adrian, those are perfect for us! Could you bid on them as our engagement gift? Please?"
Adrian glanced at the watches and raised his hand. "Whatever it takes."
The crowd went wild.
In her corner, Charlotte dug her nails into her palms, fighting back the bitter pain.
Finally, the vintage watches sold for an insane price.
With everyone watching, Adrian took off his Patek Philippe and put on the new vintage watch.
Charlotte fought back tears.
That Patek Philippe was her birthday gift to him. Adrian had blushed when he promised he'd treasure it forever.
Now he'd just tossed it aside like it was nothing.
While she was spacing out, the couple up front got ready to leave.
Jessica spotted Charlotte in the corner.
She smiled wickedly. "Adrian, that old watch is such an eyesore. Just throw it away—no point keeping gifts from certain people cluttering up the place. Right, sis?"
Charlotte bit her lip so hard she tasted blood.
Adrian's eyes swept over and met hers.
Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, he flinched like he'd been burned and quickly looked away.
He smiled at Jessica. "Let's go."
Jessica shot Charlotte a nasty look and walked out arm in arm with Adrian.
After the auction ended, Charlotte stumbled backstage to collect her money, only to be told: "Sorry, your funds have been frozen."
Her last hope was gone.
As she walked out in a daze, a Maybach silently pulled up in front of her.
The window rolled down, revealing Preston's butler's stern face. "Miss Pierce, Mr. Fitzgerald wants to remind you—the wedding's coming up. Drop whatever foolish ideas you have and stay home like a good bride."
The luxury car drove off, leaving Charlotte standing pale in the cold wind.
That night, Charlotte got trapped in nightmares.
One moment she dreamed of her past life—Adrian putting a necklace on her, smiling as he called her "Charlotte."
The next, she dreamed of this life—Adrian carefully helping a pregnant Jessica, then turning to Charlotte with pure disgust. "A slut like you thinks she deserves me?"
She woke up gasping for air.
Charlotte was drenched in sweat, staring at the ceiling, feeling completely broken.
Maybe it was time to let go.
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