Chapter 52 Charlie
CHARLIE
“What the fuck is going on?” yells Freya, as she storms through the back door into the kitchen.
Charlie’s first thought when he sees her twisted features is that she’s drunk. His second is: Thank God the restaurant isn’t open today.
“I’m not doing this,” he says, getting up from his desk as she reaches his office door.
She laughs bitterly. “You don’t get to call the shots here.”
“Freya…”
“Who is she?” she screams. “And what the fuck have you done with the money?”
She must have had a drink, because she’s not making any sense. “I don’t know what…,” he starts, though his energy to defend himself is already waning. There’s nothing to fight for anymore.
“So what’s the plan?” she spits, her nose just inches from his. “You’re going to steal the charity’s money, kill me for insurance, and ride off into the sunset with that bitch?”
Charlie’s chest tightens as the accusations fly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me,” she roars, hitting her closed fists against his chest. He takes hold of her wrists and looks into her manic eyes, seeing nothing of the woman he used to love. And for the first time, he’s relieved.
He doesn’t have to keep searching anymore, desperately trying to find her.
So obsessed with who he thought she was that he was afraid he would never be able to let her go.
But there’s nothing but a hollowed-out emptiness inside him now, and for that he’s grateful, because it makes what he has to do a lot less painful.