I Sold My Heart To Forget Them—Now They Beg Me To Remember novel Chapter 116

Chapter ad to Lakewood County into a sloppy, muddy nightmare. Olivia crammed herself onto a packed bus to the township, then hopped an ox cart rattling toward the village.

The cart was stuffed with locals, and none of them had ever laid eyes on a woman like Olivia-smooth skin, poised like a dancer, every move screaming class that didn’t belong in the sticks. Next to her, the local housewives looked like worn-out dishrags compared to fine silk.

The guys on the cart couldn’t stop staring, sneaking glances and gulping hard, too chicken to gawk

outright.

Olivia didn’t notice. The cart’s constant jostling had her queasy and wiped out. She kept her head down, eyes

squeezed shut, riding out every bone-rattling bump.

It wasn’t until the cart groaned to a stop and the driver coughed that she realized they’d made it.

“Ma’am, we’re at the village,” the driver said, scratching his neck. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around here

before. You sure this is your stop? Next cart won’t come till tomorrow.”

Olivia rubbed her temples, forcing herself upright. She squinted at the village sign-peeling paint, crooked

letters, but it checked out.

“Yeah, this is it. Thanks.” She grabbed her satchel and started fishing for cash.

The driver waved her off. “Nah, keep it. Ride’s on me.’

Olivia gave a small smile and pressed the bills into his hand anyway. “I insist.”

The guy’s face went pink. “You’re too nice, miss. So, who’re you staying with? I can point you the right

way.”

“I think it’s the Carson family,” she said, frowning slightly. “First time here. All I know is my fiancé’s last

name is Carson.”

The driver’s eyes bugged out. “You mean the Carsons? You’re hitching up with Charlie darson?” He let out a

low whistle. “Well, hot damn.”

He nodded toward the muddy field. A guy was slogging their way, boots caked in sludge, looking like he’d

rather be anywhere else. When he spotted Olivia, he sped up, his face tight.

“You Miss Hart?” he asked, stopping in front of her. “I’m Charlie Carson I’m, uh. your

He fumbled, shooting an awkward glance at the driver still lingering nearby

Olivia didn’t miss a beat, cool as a cucumber. “My husband Let’s get moving ”

Charlie blinked, thrown by how smoothly she rolled with it. No whining, no questions just straight-up acceptance of the hand she’d been dealt, even though they both knew this marriage was no love story.

Words weren’t Charlie’s strong suit. He just nodded quick and turned, leading the way

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The driver grinned behind theti, shaking his head. “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re Charlie’s girl? He hit the freaking lottery. You got a solid guy there, missy. You’ll do just fine.”

Olivia barely caught the words, still fuzzy from the motion sickness.

Charlie cleared his throat, kis tanned face-hardened by years of farm work-turning a shade redder. “Path’s a mess from the rain,” he mumbled. “Let me carry you.”

He crouched, offering his back, steady as an oak after years of hauling heavy loads. But Olivia shook her head, stepping off the cart and sinking her boots into the muck.

“I’m good. I’ll walk.”

Charlie didn’t argue, just moved ahead to guide her along the narrow trail.

They trudged about ten minutes before a house came into view-white siding faded from the sun, roof patched with rusted tin and moss, but the porch looked swept and the front steps were sturdy. For a village

place, it wasn’t half bad. Still, Charlie looked sheepish.

“This is all we got,” he said, rubbing his neck. “Your dad said you grew up in a fancy place-big garden, glass doors, the works. I know this not like that. But I’ll bust my ass to build you something better,

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