Chapter 1729

Frank's mind drifted back to a time long ago when he and Charlotte had attended the same school. They'd been drawn to each other as they were captivated by a shared connection that had felt as natural as breathing. Back then, the world had been a brighter, gentler place. Every moment—whether bathed in sunlight or moonlight, in the rush of day or the stillness of night—had felt precious. But his father had shattered that fragile perfection. "The Foster family has its own legacy to uphold. As the heir, you have responsibilities," he'd said. And so, Frank had married Meredith. Their wedding night had been cold, distant, and loveless, a prelude to years of silence and obligation. Neither of them had chosen this path, and yet they'd walked it anyway. Now, as decades of memories flashed before him like a kaleidoscope, Frank finally understood. Love—real, untainted love—was rare. And once, he'd had it. But blinded by ambition and desire, he'd let it slip through his fingers. "