The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 2

As the second round of fireworks soared into the sky, exploding in a burst of dazzling colors, Charles and Dahlia simultaneously bent down to kiss Sandy. One on the left and one on the right, their affectionate kisses landed on Sandy's cheeks.

The moment was frozen in time.

"Woah. Mr. Jenkins really dotes on his daughter."

"Well, I heard Dahlia is the love of his life."

Envious voices filled the air.

Evelyn's eyes turned bloodshot as she tightly wrapped her daughter's urn in her down jacket. Her heart was twisting in pain.

She covered the front of the urn with her hand, whispering softly, "Charlie, don't look!"

She didn't want her daughter to be sad.

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It was ten o'clock at night when Evelyn returned to Oakwood Manor, the villa she shared with Charles.

Dragging her heavy steps upstairs, she entered her daughter's room. After tidying up her daughter's belongings, she sat on the little bed holding her daughter's urn all night long.

The next morning, Evelyn came downstairs, bumping into a tall and handsome figure.

It was Charles.

He didn't look at her, his expression as cold as ever. He did not say much but asked succinctly, "Where's Charlie?"

Evelyn let out a mocking, cold laugh. It had been three days since their daughter died, and he only just remembered Charlie.

Charles frowned slightly, displeased at Evelyn's glare. Was she still angry about him missing out on Charlie’s birthday the day before yesterday?