Chapter Three: Falling in Love

Charlotte had spent years in the shadows of James's life, watching, learning, and—against all odds—feeling. What began as quiet acceptance had slowly transformed into understanding. And then, something more.

James had always been an enigma. A man who could command a room with a glance, yet retreat into solitude without a word. His love affairs had been the stuff of headlines, but with Charlotte, there were no cameras, no expectations—just raw, unspoken truth.

One evening, long after the other wives had left, Charlotte found herself standing on the mansion's grand balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly before her. The wind played with her dark hair as she thought about everything that had led her here.

"You're thinking too much."

She turned to see James leaning against the doorway, his tie loosened, the usual sharpness in his expression softened.

"It's a habit," she admitted with a small smile.

James stepped closer, until he was just inches from her. "Tell me what's on your mind."

She hesitated. "I never imagined this life. And I never imagined… you."

His hand brushed against hers, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down her spine. "And now?"

Charlotte took a deep breath. "Now, I can't imagine a life without you."

James cupped her face gently, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. "I used to think love was a weakness. That it made men reckless, vulnerable." He let out a soft chuckle. "Then you came along and proved me wrong."

Charlotte placed her hand over his. "Love isn't weakness, James. It's the thing that makes us stronger."

For a long moment, he simply looked at her, as if committing every detail to memory. Then, slowly, he leaned in.

The kiss was different from any they'd shared before—no pretense, no hesitation, no obligation. It was deep, real, and consuming. The years of tension, of longing, melted away in that single moment.

When they finally parted, James rested his forehead against hers. "You're mine, Charlotte. And I'm yours. No one else."

Tears pricked her eyes, but they weren't from sadness. They were from the overwhelming realization that, despite everything, she had found something she never thought possible.

Love, True, undeniable, and lasting.

And this time, it was entirely her choice.