Jeffery had to make things worse

Wesley sat at his desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of him. But his mind was elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Charlotte.

He couldn't believe he had let her go. He had been so blinded by his own pride and stubbornness that he had pushed her away, without even realizing how much he truly cared for her.

But now, as he sat in his office, he couldn't shake the feeling of regret that had been gnawing at him for days. He had realized, too late, that his feelings for Charlotte went far beyond mere lust or possession. He genuinely cared for her, and the thought of losing her was unbearable.

Wesley's eyes wandered to the photo of Charlotte that he kept on his desk. He had taken it on one of their many nights out together, and it captured her sparkling smile and radiant beauty perfectly.