The Cherished Wife

Janet hovered by the car door, peering into the car like a detective on the trail.

Noelle had just settled into the seat and was straightening up, her fingers reaching for her phone to call Charles when a sudden shadow made her jump. She twisted around and came face-to-face with Janet's face, magnified and almost plastered against the window. Noelle's breath hitched, her heart pounding as she clutched her phone tighter. Janet's intense and unblinking eyes bore into hers through the glass.

Noelle was petrified, forgetting that the window was tinted. Though she could see outside, Janet could not see inside.

Her heart was racing so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her mouth. She gulped, convinced that Janet had spotted her. However, after an agonizing wait, Janet did not make a move. She just straightened up, leaned casually against the car, and started fiddling with her phone out of sheer boredom.

It was only then that Noelle let out a sigh of relief, remembering that Janet could not actually see inside. That meant Janet probably had no clue she was there.

Charles on Messenger, telling him Janet was lurking in the garage and that she was clueless about

caught Noelle's message. His eyes narrowed with concern, and he shot back a quick reply

elevator, his black coat slung over one arm and his car keys in the other hand. His gaze swept

location when his phone buzzed with her message, complete with a sad-face emoji. "I'm in the car. She has

not help but let out a wry smile at the emoji, shaking his

"Charles!"

him. She reached out, aiming to snag his arm

"Charles, we're meant to be together, aren't we? I know you're not

he was not going to marry her, she always seemed to bounce back, unfazed. He was too