After finishing the final bottle of beer, Justin Battleson’s consciousness began to blur.
He felt like he had lost his senses, leaving him in a strange realm. Discover more novels at novel⚑fire.net
In a daze, he saw Charlotte Thompson.
The woman was wearing a light-colored long-dress, white canvas shoes adorned her feet, and she carried a bag, her pinky finger slightly raised.
Her long hair flowed down her back, adorned with a light blue bow on her head.
She saw him and slightly furrowed her brows.
As their eyes met, Justin vaguely saw the woman lowering her head, rummaging through her bag for something.
After a few seconds, she lifted her head, the corner of her eyes raised with an air of undeniable authority.
She extended her hand toward Justin, a bank card sandwiched between her index and middle finger, her smile was sweet yet faintly cold, her voice soft.
"The money’s all here, Mr. Battleson."
Justin’s pupils suddenly dilated, his blood rushing to his head, he incredulously stepped back, a ringing in his ears accompanied by a sharp pain.
"Mr. Battleson, you’re punctual today."
"The money’s all here, Mr. Battleson, a thank you would be nice."
"Don’t be so delicate."
"Mr. Battleson, let’s get down to business."
Memories from five years ago flooded into his mind like mad, the woman remained in his memory holding the bank card between her fingers, smiling gently but firmly at him as always.
Now she was standing in front of him, her delicate face gradually overlapping with Sophie Allen from five years ago.
Justine’s heart suddenly throbbed painfully.
She was Sophie Allen, but also Charlotte Thompson.
Justin’s fingers trembled slightly. He looked up at the civil affairs office behind the woman, watching the figures moving in and out, some crying, some laughing. The rowdy scene was just a fleeting glimpse in his memory.
Or maybe, it was just a dream.
This scene was identical to their divorce.
He raised his hand, wanting to caress her blooming smile on her cheek.
However, so close yet so far, Justin suddenly had difficulty breathing. The next second, all scenes violently disappeared, leaving only a vast void.
As if everything in the world had gone far away from him, including her.
The rising sun over the horizon spilled golden sunlight through the curtain, filling the entire room with a soft yet slightly cold light.
The living room was in a mess.
Justin leaned against the window, his bathrobe loosely draped around him, revealing large areas of wheat-colored skin. His collarbones were faintly visible under the bathrobe, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and after a few seconds, he opened his eyes.
His head throbbed as if a great army was galloping in his mind. He stood up with the help of the chair, his steps a little unsteady. His heart ached with each throbbing in his head.
Last night’s dream was as real as if it had happened again.
Sophie was still Sophie, wearing her light-colored dress, shyly smiling while caressing her bag.
But now it was different.
Sophie had become Charlotte, but she continued to disturb his mind as five years ago, throwing him utterly off balance.
In the end, he had fallen into her trap again.
His loose bathrobe opened as he moved, exposing his clear abs.
He circumvented the scattered cans on the floor and sat on the sofa, massaging his temples with his index finger. His eyes tightly closed, his body exuding an unspeakable low atmosphere.
His messy hair on his forehead, the red veins in his eyes clearly visible.
Justin Battleson closed his weary eyes and reached for his phone on the other end of the sofa.