The Day Our Promise Breaks (Charles and Evelyn) novel Chapter 468

Every word was like a dagger to the heart!

Dahlia's complexion had gone ghostly pale.

The very second Charles's gaze landed on her, she was seized by a paralyzing fear, shaking like a leaf caught in a storm.

Never before had Charles looked at her with such intense fury, as if he wanted to tear her apart.

It was the first time she felt a desperate urge to run away from him.

Right now, Charles looked like a demon straight from the depths of hell, ready to obliterate her.

With trembling hands, Dahlia reached for the button that controlled her wheelchair.

But before she could hit it to back away, she paused.

Instead of pressing it, she balled her hands into fists, squeezing so hard her knuckles turned white, silently giving herself a pep talk.

She couldn’t run.

There was nowhere to hide.

She had to find a way to save herself.

In that moment of utter despair and fear, a flicker of hope ignited in Dahlia's mind.

It had been a decade since she showed up with Charles's heirloom, pretending to be Debbie.

Over those ten years, Charles had treated her like a treasure.

Powerful men bent over backwards for her.

For her, Charles always went the extra mile.

He trusted her completely.

Gave her all his love and attention.

And she fell deeper and deeper.

Memories of the past flashed through her mind like an old film reel.

His gentle touch.

His unwavering love.