Janet dared not raise her head, afraid to meet his furious gaze.
Now, no words could explain her rejection of him.
She was his woman, his wife—and yet, she had pushed him away with her own hands.
The silence stretched long and heavy until the sound of a slamming door shattered it.
Janet knew he had left—this was the second time he stormed out without looking back, anger blazing like a wildfire.
The last time had been because she crossed his bottom line.
The roar of a sports car engine sounded downstairs, but this time, Janet didn't chase after him.
"I'm sorry, Charles… I'm sorry…"
She stood by the window, watching the black Bugatti Veyron disappear beyond the gates.
She lingered there so long her legs went numb, and only then did she wearily sink back onto the bed.
The room was brightly lit—but to her, it was as if darkness had swallowed everything.
Since that night, Charles deliberately avoided her.
He managed the Louis family affairs alone.