Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369

“He still has the nerve to strut around like that,” Wendy scoffed.

Sharon replied calmly, “As long as Carter keeps backing him, Nate will always act like he’s untouchable.”

Wendy let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, but honestly? I think Carter’s patience is wearing thin. When Nate’s little gang of scumbags got into trouble, Carter didn’t lift a finger to help. In fact, he went out of his way to distance himself from them.”

She grinned, satisfied. “Serves them right. God, I’ve hated those disgusting creeps for years.”

Wendy had been at Theo’s birthday banquet too. She hadn’t seen the exact moment when those jerks tripped Sharon, but she had witnessed them harassing the young waitresses-leering, cracking vulgar jokes. They were absolutely vile. (

Thank God Sharon hadn’t swallowed the humiliation. Quietly gathering evidence behind the scenes, she made sure to pay them back, every last bit. If not, the whole thing would’ve stayed lodged in her throat like a fishbone.

But Sharon didn’t waste any more thought on Nate. To her, he was just another clown on a sinking stage.

As they sat in the lounge, getting ready, a knock sounded at the door-the draw for the performance order was about to start.

Sharon half-expected the person doing it to be Kelly again. But surprisingly, it was Carter.

Carter almost never attended these kinds of school events. Yet lately, this was the second time she’d seen him show up. 1

Clearly, Kelly’s position in his life was even stronger than she’d imagined.

Theo’s little childhood wish-that his father would show up to watch him perform, to cheer for him-had finally come true. Kelly had made sure of that.

Sharon glanced at him once, expression flat, then looked away as if he were invisible.

The draw itself went smoothly-no tricks this time. But Sharon’s luck wasn’t great. She pulled a later slot, near the back of the

lineup.

Carter, on the other hand, drew number five. Early, front row.

Once everyone had confirmed their places, Sharon quietly stepped out, ready to leave.

But just as she turned the corner, a shadow cut in front of her.

“Sharon.” Carter strode over, blocking her path.

Her delicate features curved into something cold, something vaguely mocking. “What is it this time, Carter? Last time, you asked me to withdraw from the violin performance. Don’t tell me… you’re here to ask me to drop out of the language competition too?”

His Adam’s apple shifted. His voice was rougher than usual. “No… I just have something I need to ask you.”

Sharon folded her arms, perfectly unbothered. “Well, since both of us are performing later, and not pressed for time like others… go ahead. Ask.”

His gaze lingered on her, deep, unreadable. His voice turned hoarse. “Why didn’t you tell me what really happened at Theo’s birthday party?” (13

A faint laugh escaped her lips. “Didn’t tell you?” she echoed, tilting her head. “I told you plenty. I told you exactly what happened. You told me they didn’t mean it, that it wasn’t intentional. You said, ‘Don’t ruin Theo’s birthday.’ Or did you forget?”

Carter’s lips pressed into a thin line. “But after that… you didn’t tell me the full story.”

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Sharon let out a soft, brittle chuckle. “Oh, believe me, I tried. The moment I opened my mouth to tell you, your phone rang. Kelly fainted, remember?

“You left me standing there mid-sentence. You ran straight to her. Then the two of you disappeared-traveled together for

more than a month.

“I called you. Told you your mother had taken Theo away. You told me, ‘She’s his grandmother. She won’t hurt him. Stop overthinking.’

“Then Theo came back. And you… you were still out there. Still sightseeing with Kelly.

“And now you show up here, asking me this. Carter… don’t you think that’s a little hypocritical?”

Her words cut deeper than she realized.

Carter stood frozen. His lips moved slightly, like searching for something useful to say-anything at all.

Finally, he squeezed out a hollow excuse. “I wasn’t traveling with Kelly… I was taking her around to seek medical treatment. The media just twisted it into something else…”

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