Forsaking the Years of Longing novel Chapter 1

Love Story1–Chapter 1

"Charlotte, the family arranged an engagement for you when you were younger. Now that you've mostly recovered, would you be willing to return to New Orleans and get married?"

"If not, I’ll talk to your father again about canceling it."

In the dim room, Charlotte Murphy could only hear the silence filling the space. Just as the person on the other end of the line thought they’d failed to convince her again, she suddenly spoke, “I’m willing to go back and get married.”

Charlotte’s mother was stunned on the other end, taken aback. “You... you agree?”

Charlotte’s tone remained calm, “Yes, I agree, but I need a little time to wrap things up here in Miami. I’ll return within two weeks. Mom, you can start preparing for the wedding.”

After saying this and a few more words, she hung up the phone. As the call ended, the booming music from downstairs echoed up, with faint sounds of a birthday song in the background.

It was a birthday party for Sophie Reed, organized by Jaziel Collins and Nolan Rogers. Suddenly, footsteps approached, and Sophie entered, holding a slice of Black Forest cake with a smile. Her doe-like eyes blinked, her delicate face touched with a bit of makeup, and a few smudges of cream adding a strange charm. “Charlotte, come join us downstairs?”

Charlotte had long seen through her facade. Her voice was cold. “I still have work to do. You guys have fun.”

Almost instantly, Sophie’s eyes welled up with tears. “Charlotte, do you dislike me? Is that why you’re turning me down?”

Charlotte frowned instinctively. She hadn’t done anything, yet Sophie acted as if she’d been bullied. Inside, Charlotte scoffed, unwilling to continue listening to Sophie’s theatrics. “Save that act for Jaziel and Nolan. It doesn’t work on me.”

With that, she moved to close the door.

“Charlotte, wait...”

Sophie quickly reached out, her hand landing in the doorframe. As Charlotte closed the door, Sophie’s entire hand got caught, bruising the pale skin instantly.

“Hiss—”

Jaziel and Nolan, coming up the stairs, saw the scene. Both men rushed forward, cradling Sophie protectively, examining her hand with concern. Seeing the bruise, Nolan’s eyes grew red with anger. Impulsively, he scolded Charlotte, “It’s one thing if you don’t like Sophie, but why do something so despicable, Charlotte? Since when did you become this way?”