Oops! I Ruined His Life Back - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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The door slammed open as Charles stormed in, his voice sharp with accusation. "What the hell is going on here?" His gaze locked onto Jenna first, catching the tail end of Gregory's reprimand before stepping protectively in front of her.
"You think it's okay to gang up on Jenna? She's just a kid trying her best—shame on all of you!" His glare landed on me, that familiar self-righteousness oozing from every word.
"Jenna, don't worry," he said, softening his tone as he looked at her like she was some delicate, wounded bird. "I'm here now. No one's going to bully you."
Jenna's eyes welled up instantly. She clutched his arm, her voice trembling. "Charles, please… don't fight with Sydney because of me. It's not worth it."
"Don't stress," he murmured, patting her hand like she might shatter. Then, in a flash, his expression hardened as he turned on me. "If you've got a problem, take it up with me. Don't drag innocent people into your mess!"
Before I could even open my mouth, my boss stepped forward, holding up his tablet. "Sir," he said calmly, "the surveillance footage clearly shows Miss Shepard pouring water on herself to frame Ms. Harrison."
Charles froze. Blinked. Then snatched the tablet, his jaw tightening as he watched the damning evidence play out. Disbelief flickered across his face, followed by anger, then frustration. Finally, he turned back to Jenna.
"Jenna… why?" His voice was quieter now, strained.
She ducked her head, her face ghostly pale, muttering something too low to hear—not that I cared enough to ask.
Watching him, I felt that familiar sting. Even now, his anger toward her was gentle, almost forgiving. He didn't so much as glance my way, let alone apologize for believing her over me.
Maybe they were perfect for each other. But I was done letting it get to me. They could have their little drama. I'd already moved on.
Charles escorted Jenna out shortly after. Gregory, ever the damage-control expert, handed me an entire company in Altherra—literally halfway across the world—like it was some grand apology gift. One day, I was vice president; the next, I was running my own branch.
Meanwhile, back in Tianara, Charles showed up at Town Hall on Monday, just like he'd originally planned. He waited from eight in the morning until noon, his eyes darting to the doors every few minutes like I might still walk in. Restlessness coiled tighter in him with each passing hour.
Finally, he pulled out his phone—only to remember he'd blocked me days ago. His face darkened as he unblocked my number and typed out a message:
[Are you coming or not?]
The second he hit send, the notification popped up. Undelivered.
He stared at his screen, as if waiting for it to magically fix itself. Then it hit him.
I'd blocked him.
"Seriously?" he muttered, frustration boiling under his skin. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to hurl his phone across the room. Instead, he hit call—his last resort.
"Hello, the number you have dialed is out of service area. Please try again later."
The robotic voice might as well have been laughing at him.
Something was wrong. Really wrong.
He didn't think—just grabbed his keys and drove home like the house was on fire.
The moment he stepped inside, his stomach dropped.
The house was empty.
Not just empty—stripped. My shoes weren't by the door. My scarf wasn't draped over the chair. The pictures of us? Gone. The frames still hung on the walls, but the photos had been taken, leaving blank spaces where our memories used to be.
Charles stood there, frozen, scanning the hollow shell of what used to be our life. Panic and guilt twisted together as he realized—he had no idea where to even start looking for me.
He'd never cared enough to notice where I went when I was upset. Who I turned to. What brought me peace.
He sank onto the sofa, his head dropping into his hands. The silence pressed in, suffocating. The emptiness wasn't just in the house—it was in him.
Then his phone buzzed.
Jenna.
He let out a sharp breath and turned the screen off without answering.
Since that day at the office, he'd avoided her completely. The surveillance footage had shattered the illusion—sweet, innocent Jenna, always the victim, was anything but.
Now, sitting in that empty house with her name flashing on his screen, Charles couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't just lost me.
Maybe he'd lost himself, too.
"You think it's okay to gang up on Jenna? She's just a kid trying her best—shame on all of you!" His glare landed on me, that familiar self-righteousness oozing from every word.
"Jenna, don't worry," he said, softening his tone as he looked at her like she was some delicate, wounded bird. "I'm here now. No one's going to bully you."
Jenna's eyes welled up instantly. She clutched his arm, her voice trembling. "Charles, please… don't fight with Sydney because of me. It's not worth it."
"Don't stress," he murmured, patting her hand like she might shatter. Then, in a flash, his expression hardened as he turned on me. "If you've got a problem, take it up with me. Don't drag innocent people into your mess!"
Before I could even open my mouth, my boss stepped forward, holding up his tablet. "Sir," he said calmly, "the surveillance footage clearly shows Miss Shepard pouring water on herself to frame Ms. Harrison."
Charles froze. Blinked. Then snatched the tablet, his jaw tightening as he watched the damning evidence play out. Disbelief flickered across his face, followed by anger, then frustration. Finally, he turned back to Jenna.
"Jenna… why?" His voice was quieter now, strained.
She ducked her head, her face ghostly pale, muttering something too low to hear—not that I cared enough to ask.
Watching him, I felt that familiar sting. Even now, his anger toward her was gentle, almost forgiving. He didn't so much as glance my way, let alone apologize for believing her over me.
Maybe they were perfect for each other. But I was done letting it get to me. They could have their little drama. I'd already moved on.
Charles escorted Jenna out shortly after. Gregory, ever the damage-control expert, handed me an entire company in Altherra—literally halfway across the world—like it was some grand apology gift. One day, I was vice president; the next, I was running my own branch.
Meanwhile, back in Tianara, Charles showed up at Town Hall on Monday, just like he'd originally planned. He waited from eight in the morning until noon, his eyes darting to the doors every few minutes like I might still walk in. Restlessness coiled tighter in him with each passing hour.
Finally, he pulled out his phone—only to remember he'd blocked me days ago. His face darkened as he unblocked my number and typed out a message:
[Are you coming or not?]
The second he hit send, the notification popped up. Undelivered.
He stared at his screen, as if waiting for it to magically fix itself. Then it hit him.
I'd blocked him.
"Seriously?" he muttered, frustration boiling under his skin. He clenched his jaw, resisting the urge to hurl his phone across the room. Instead, he hit call—his last resort.
"Hello, the number you have dialed is out of service area. Please try again later."
The robotic voice might as well have been laughing at him.
Something was wrong. Really wrong.
He didn't think—just grabbed his keys and drove home like the house was on fire.
The moment he stepped inside, his stomach dropped.
The house was empty.
Not just empty—stripped. My shoes weren't by the door. My scarf wasn't draped over the chair. The pictures of us? Gone. The frames still hung on the walls, but the photos had been taken, leaving blank spaces where our memories used to be.
Charles stood there, frozen, scanning the hollow shell of what used to be our life. Panic and guilt twisted together as he realized—he had no idea where to even start looking for me.
He'd never cared enough to notice where I went when I was upset. Who I turned to. What brought me peace.
He sank onto the sofa, his head dropping into his hands. The silence pressed in, suffocating. The emptiness wasn't just in the house—it was in him.
Then his phone buzzed.
Jenna.
He let out a sharp breath and turned the screen off without answering.
Since that day at the office, he'd avoided her completely. The surveillance footage had shattered the illusion—sweet, innocent Jenna, always the victim, was anything but.
Now, sitting in that empty house with her name flashing on his screen, Charles couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't just lost me.
Maybe he'd lost himself, too.
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