Chapter 89. Yours Only

CHARLOTTE

“Baby, maybe I was just overthinking it—”

“No, you weren’t overthinking it. Don’t try to defend her. You shouldn’t have to feel that way in a place that’s supposed to be yours too.”

His voice was firm now, layered with an authority that made me pause breathing for a second.

“She works for me—for us. If she can’t understand that, she can find another job. I mean it.”

I sat up, clutching the phone tighter against my ear.

“I… I don’t want trouble. It’s really okay—”

“It’s not okay,” he cut in gently but decisively. “You said she looked down on you. That’s not something I can just ignore. You’re my woman, Charlotte. You deserve respect—especially in your own home.”

My throat tightened.

Hearing him say that—my woman… your own home—melted something deep inside me.

He sighed, quieter this time.

“I should’ve introduced you to her myself. Maybe that would’ve made things clearer. I didn’t think she’d be rude to you. I