Eugene Jacobs, one of Zac’s friends, approached.
He was also the one who had casually mentioned that he almost felt bad for Charlotte that night at the bar.
They had known each other for nearly three years, and Charlotte had always thought he wasn’t too bad.
“I just came to pick up a few things,” she replied.
Eugene glanced at the shopping bag in her hand. “Is this a gift for Zac?”
Charlotte didn’t feel like explaining, so she simply nodded.
“That brand’s watches aren’t cheap. Even their most basic models start in the five-figure range. You really don’t need to spend so much on a gift for him. He…” he hesitated, then stopped short.
Because what he really wanted to say—“he doesn’t deserve it”—was better left unsaid.
Zac had already admitted that he couldn’t let go of Wendy, that Charlotte was nothing more than a stand-in.
Last night, he had left Charlotte behind in front of everyone, openly taking Wendy’s hand and walking away.
Charlotte didn’t know what had happened after that, but Eugene did.
After they left the party, Zac and Wendy had spent the night at a hotel together.
There was a private group chat with all their friends in it.
Charlotte had never been invited to join, even after three years of dating Zac.
Yet, the moment Wendy returned to the country, Zac had added her in.
This afternoon, Wendy had unexpectedly posted a photo of herself and Zac in bed in their private group chat, along with a message:
“Make sure to save this as a keepsake, Zac.”
Less than a minute later, she quickly deleted it, claiming she had sent it to the wrong chat.
Eugene had seen the message pop up just in time.
He had thought about saying something but in the end, he let it go. It wasn’t his business. The less involvement, the better.
He had wanted to tell Charlotte the truth, to warn her to let go.
But as the words reached his lips, he changed his mind.
“Zac doesn’t need things like this. You really don’t have to spend months of your salary on such an expensive gift for him,” he said instead.
After all, Zac was his friend of over ten years.
Some things, he just couldn’t bring himself to say.
