It’s two days after Christmas, and after possibly the most depressing Christmas I’ve ever had, I’m packing for Santorini.
She’ll come.
I know she will. Our love was too strong. She won’t forget that, no matter what’s happened.
She’ll come.
I have to believe that. I have to believe that she’ll be able to move past this because the reality is that if she doesn’t, it’ll be more than I can bear.
Bang, bang, bang!
I open the door in a rush.
“Where is she?” Edward growls, looking past me and into the room.
“What?” I frown. Him and Harold barge past me and walk into my apartment. “Please, do come in,” I mutter with an eye roll.
Assholes.
“Where is she?”
“What are you fucking talking about?”
“Don’t act dumb, you know exactly where she is.”
“I haven’t seen her since the restaurant, you know that.”
Harold pinches the bridge of his nose. “She could be anywhere. She’s taken off.” He falls onto the sofa.
“Her guards aren’t with her?” I ask in confusion.
“She’s… Charlotte is completely alone,” Harold stammers in a panic. “She snuck out in the middle of the night.”
“This is all my fault.” Edward groans. “Why did I…?” His voice trails off.
“What?” I frown. “What happened?”
He shakes his head and drops next to his father on the sofa. “We fought.”
“You fought with her?” I snap. “She’s hurt enough, why the fuck would you fight with her?”
“I don’t know. I was angry with Penelope for taking off and I...” He shakes his head at himself.
“What did she say?” I begin to freak out.
“She left a note saying she would be back soon,” Harold tells me quietly.
“What note?”
He digs around in his suit pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. He hands it over.
Dad,
I’m confused and I need time alone to think.
I’m taking a TTT Trip. Don’t worry, I’m safe.
I’ll see you in two weeks.
I love you, Charlotte.
My heart swells with hope and pride.
That’s my girl.
24
Spencer
If she’s gone for a TTT trip in its truest form, I think she’s gone to Maui and will be staying at the Four Seasons. If she left in the middle of the night, she won’t even be there yet.
She’s at my special place.
I want her to have time to think. I want her to be able to make this decision on her own. But then… I look at the worry on Harold’s face and I can’t do that to him.
“Just a minute.” I walk to the kitchen, grab my phone, and Google the hotel. When it pops up, I dial the number.
“Aloha, Four Seasons,” the receptionist answers.
“Hello, can I be put through to Maxine, please?” I ask. “Tell her that it’s Spencer Jones calling.”
“Of course, sir.”
I wait on the line until the phone connects to another line.
“Hello, Spencer.” Maxine laughs excitedly. “It’s been a long time.”
“It has, and I’m due for a trip very soon.” I glance up to the two men in front of me. “I have a friend arriving there tonight. Can you check if she’s arrived yet for me, please?”
“Sure thing. What’s her name?”
What would she have used? I think for a moment while Harold and Edward watch on.
“Lottie Preston.”
“Just a minute.” I hear her tapping away on the keys at her computer. “Ah, yes. She won’t arrive until later tonight. Can I leave a message?”
“No, thank you. I’ll call back later,” I say before hanging up.
I turn to them. “I know where she’s going.”
They both place their hands over their chests in relief. “Thank God. Where?”
I stare at them for a moment. This is my only leverage and I need to use it.
“I want to speak to William,” I say steadily.
“Fuck off,” Edward growls. “He doesn’t want to speak to you.”
“Fine. Then get out.”
Harold’s face falls. “Please, Spencer, tell us where she is. She’s in danger out there on her own.”
“I’ll tell William where she is.”
“Why would you want to speak to him?” Edward snaps. “Haven’t you done enough to him already?”
“I need to apologise.” I pause. “I had no idea she was married.”
“Bull-fucking-shit. She told us everything.”
I raise a brow. “And you believe anything that comes out of that lying bitch’s mouth, right? I knew her as Stephanie, and it gets worse. She’s actually contacted me a few times over the last few years and begged to see me again.”
Harold’s face falls.
“Every time she’s in London, she tries to see me. I’m telling you, she’s fucking other guys all the time.”
“I knew it.” Edward narrows his eyes. “I need proof.”
Harold frowns as his watches me. “Have you ever…?” “Fuck, no.” I wince. “I’m mortified that she put me in the position she did that night.” I drop my head in shame. “I’m not proud of it, I’m telling you.” I exhale heavily. “The look on William’s face will haunt me forever.”
Edward glares at me.
“I love Charlotte. I would never have pursued her had I known that she knew Stephanie.”
“Penelope.” Harold glares at me. “Christ, you don’t even know her fucking name.”
“That’s right, I don’t. Now she’s telling all these lies to protect herself at the expense of Charlotte’s heart.” I sigh sadly. “She makes me fucking sick. Charlotte doesn’t deserve to be hurt like this. I can’t stand that she is.”
“It’s your word against hers,” Edward says. “Give me proof. I need concrete evidence that she’s come to you. If I can prove that she’s still sleeping around, he can divorce her and get custody of Harrison.”
“I don’t have any. Maybe my phone records can show the times she’s contacted me?” I offer. “I don’t know.” I hold Edward’s stare. “Bring William to me and I’ll tell you where Charlotte is.”
“Why should we?” Harold snaps.
“Because you both need to realise the truth. I was a player. Hell, I’ve fucked around for years, I’m the first to admit it. But as soon as I met Charlotte I stopped immediately. I don’t want anybody else. I have no secrets and Charlotte knows everything about me. I haven’t lied to her once, and if I knew about Stephanie, I would have told her. Do you honestly think I would want her to go through this? For Christ’s sake, I don’t even speak to my own fucking father because he’s an adulterous prick.”
They both watch me as they listen.
“I’ve never even been in a relationship before Charlotte because of this exact reason. I couldn’t be a two-faced liar. It’s not who I am.”
Edward rolls his eyes.
“You know what fucking pisses me off the most about this?” I say.
“What?” Harold sighs.
“If you had just given me the time of day back when we met instead of treating me like dirty Stephanie or whatever her fucking name is, you would have seen the truth. You would have known how I feel about Charlotte.”
Harold raises his chin.
“I’ve done nothing wrong.” I hold my hands up in front of me. “I promise you, and you know I haven’t. You probably have people watching me, hoping to catch me out.”
Edward rolls his lips, and I know that I’m right.
“My poor Charlotte is on her own on the other side of the world with a broken heart, and you two haven’t supported her at all. You’re all so fucking poisoned by that bitch that you’ve taken her sins out on me instead. But it’s Charlotte who has taken the brunt of this.”
“What a mess.” Harold exhales heavily. “Please, Spencer, tell us where she is.”
“Not until you bring William to me.” I stare at them and I open my front door. “Now, please leave.”
“You’re kicking us out?” Edward gasps.
“Yeah, I’m kicking you out. You’ve kept Charlotte from me when I’ve wanted to try and explain. I’m sick of your power trip shit.”
Harold shakes his head as he walks towards the door. “William will be here soon.”
“Good.”
Edward’s eyes hold mine, and for the first time ever I see empathy in them. “She won’t be able to take you back after this. You have no idea how much she hates Penelope.”