Ditching Me for His 'Soulmate'? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life novel Chapter 122

Chapter 8

Charlotte’s brow furrowed deeply as she silently cursed the nouveau riche—how utterly incapable they were of handling pressure. The moment adversity struck, they crumbled like fragile glass.

She was about to press for more answers when her phone buzzed sharply, breaking the tense silence.

“No way…” she whispered under her breath.

Reading the message, Charlotte’s face drained of color, and she sank to the ground, overwhelmed. The Zane and White families had just released a joint statement: they were pulling all their investments from Shaw Group and cutting off any future collaboration.

The stock price of Shaw Group began to nosedive dramatically.

Adding to the chaos, multiple government agencies had issued official statements revealing numerous violations within Shaw Group’s operations, ordering an immediate shutdown pending investigation.

The skyline of New York, once gleaming with promise, now felt heavy with impending doom.

“Mr. Shaw, hurry! Call Miss Ward! She’s your wife—she won’t just stand by and let you fall!” Charlotte urged, snapping back to the moment with urgency.

“Yes, yes! My wife will definitely come through for me,” Sebastian replied, a flicker of hope reigniting in his eyes as he quickly dialed Vivian’s number.

Before the call could connect, a car screeched up to the entrance of Shaw Group. The vehicle hadn’t even come to a complete stop when a figure leapt out, vaulted over both Sebastian and Charlotte, and scrambled on hands and knees toward Sebastian, dropping to her knees in front of him, pleading with desperation.

“Miss Anders, I didn’t know Sebastian was your husband!” she cried.

“I was wrong! Please, I’m begging you—don’t hurt me!” she begged, her voice trembling.

“Darling, why are you kneeling to her?” Sebastian stepped forward, confused.

“Get lost!” Vivian snapped back furiously, slapping him hard across the face, her scream hysterical and raw.

“You’ve ruined everything! If you hadn’t lied about your wife being dead, would I have married you, you bastard?!” she spat.

“Wait, Miss Ward hit Mr. Shaw?” someone whispered in disbelief.

“Can’t you tell? Miss Ward’s probably in deep trouble herself,” another murmured.

“Who the hell is Mr. Shaw’s ex-wife anyway?” a bystander asked, eyes wide with shock.

The crowd watched, frozen in stunned silence, as the drama unfolded.

“You don’t really know you were wrong. You just know you’re screwed,” I said softly, looking down at him without a trace of pity.

Without another word, I boarded the plane, leaving Sebastian there on the ground, broken and weeping.

But there was someone crying even harder than him.

Charlotte lay sprawled on the pavement, her skin pale as if drained of all life. Even with her usual cluelessness, she understood now she had crossed a line she never should have.

Her body trembled uncontrollably.

As a few people cautiously approached her, the terror overwhelmed her so completely that she lost control, wetting herself.

She had openly declared she wanted to lend someone her courage—or rather, her balls—and even though she didn’t have the physical means, those men would surely find another way to make her experience exactly what she’d dared to ask for.

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Ditching Me for His “Soulmate”? His Loss. Next Stop: My New Life.