CEO Fake Wedding

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s just the two of us. I'm sure my sister would be very disappointed if I renounced Charlotte like that, not to mention I wouldn't forgive myself either. Chapter 1 I was having a snack in the kitchen of my house, when I heard someone knocking on the door, I crossed the small room and opened the old wooden door, seeing my only friend, Judith, standing there. — Sorry, I couldn't get there sooner, that restaurant was crazy today — she explains, entering and leaving her bag on the old sofa. — Okay, I just arrived. — And how was it there? — Sit down and I’ll do the same. — Strange, despite all this time away from my sister, it's strange to say goodbye to her like this. — Heavy sigh. — I think I just got into a big fight. - Like this? What fight are you talking about? — Judith inquires and settles down on the sofa, waiting for the gossip. — My brother-in-law's brother's lawyer showed up there, even offering money so I could relinquish custody of my niece without any problems. — My God, Scarlett! And now? — I don't know, he probably has a lot of money and a better chance of winning custody of her. — The fact that he has money doesn't make him the best option to be with her — Judith says. — Tell that to the American authorities. You know that those who have money always have an advantage. She takes an apple out of her bag and starts eating. - That's not fair. I'm sure your sister would want her to stay with you. — You know, if you think about it logically, he is better able to raise her, he can give her everything she needs. — Money is not everything, my friend, you have love, affection and dedication to offer. — Does that fill your stomach, Judith? She was raised in luxury, she studies at a school where the monthly fee would be enough to make a purchase at the supermarket for a family of ten people, she travels in a car with drivers and security guards. While some days I don't even have money for the bus. —Are you thinking about giving up on her? — He asks, looking at me, a little confused. — I can't, I couldn't live with the guilt, but I don't eve