“Mr. Sterling, we have to go as we still have a meeting at one,” the bodyguard reminded again.

Hector gave Charlotte another glance before passing her and leaving.

He didn’t say a word the whole time.

Standing still, Charlotte listened to Hector’s footsteps as he left. Her heart felt like a piece of glass being smashed into pieces.

Does he not recognize me anymore?

Or did he choose not to?

Perhaps, I am just a shadow in his heart. A blot in his life. He doesn’t want to bring it up or have anything to do with me.

Holding that thought in mind, Charlotte felt as if a knife was...