After eleven years together and seven years of marriage, Charlotte Austin believed her life was built on something permanent. Routine. Devotion. The quiet certainty of shared breath beneath the same roof. At thirty-one, the renowned photographer thought she understood how marriages survived. She believed stability came from endurance, from learning how to hold the fragile structure of a life together. She was wrong. When her wife, Engfa Waraha-a thirty-four-year-old trauma surgeon-begins to change, the shift is so subtle Charlotte cannot name it at first. There is no argument. No confession. No moment where something clearly breaks. Just distance. Conversations shorten. Glances become unreadable. The warmth that once defined their home recedes into a silence that grows heavier with every passing day. Engfa offers no explanation. And Charlotte, who has built a career capturing the delicate moment before something collapses, finds herself standing inside one she cannot understand. Because the most unsettling fractures are not the ones that shatter loudly. They are the ones that form quietly-between unfinished sentences, avoided questions, and the slow realization that the person beside you may already be somewhere else. As doubt settles into the spaces their love once occupied, Charlotte begins to question everything she thought she knew about loyalty, trust, and the quiet promises people make when they believe a life together is permanent. What she does not yet realize is that some truths in a marriage do not arrive as revelations. They exist long before anyone is willing to admit them. And sometimes the real damage is not what one person hides, but what the other refuses to see. ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains GP/Intersex themes, a slow-burn storyline, heavy angst, and infidelity. Please feel free to skip it if you're not comfortable with these themes.

Charlotte Austin's life was built on a foundation of success: a thriving career, a devoted girlfriend, and a grandmother who was her only remaining family - until she wasn't. When her grandmother's health fades, a forgotten promise resurfaces - one made long before Charlotte could grasp the weight of true commitment. A vow that binds her to the last person Charlotte would ever trust - and the very person she's spent her life avoiding. Engfa Waraha. The self-centered player from Charlotte's past. The tormentor who turned Charlotte's life into a battleground. The feeling was mutual. Charlotte saw Engfa as a superficial ideal - the last person who could ever understand the meaning of loyalty - and Engfa saw Charlotte as nothing more than the fake girl, the embodiment of everything she despised. But fate, it seems, has a way of turning everything upside down. In a single, fateful moment, everything they thought they knew about themselves and their futures shatters. Now bound by a promise neither of them fully understands, they're caught in an unavoidable web of secrets, betrayal, and a connection they can't escape. It all begins with a bitter vow - and neither of them could have anticipated where it would lead. ***** 🚫⚠️This story contains strong language, explicit sexual content, slow-burn romance, and heavy angst. If these themes aren't for you, please proceed with caution or skip this story. Read at your own risk. ☺ This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

Charlotte Austin has spent her entire life trying to ignore the dead. Unfortunately, the dead refuse to ignore her. Ever since she was a child, Charlotte has been able to see ghosts-a talent that has cost her jobs, relationships, and any real hope of living a normal life. Spirits drift toward her with unfinished regrets and desperate requests, treating her like an unwilling messenger between worlds. The only place they cannot reach her is her small apartment. Until one day, something does. This particular ghost breaks nearly every rule Charlotte's grandmother ever taught her about the dead. Spirits aren't supposed to cross blessed thresholds. They aren't supposed to wander far from where they died. And they definitely aren't supposed to look so confused about it. Which raises a troubling question: If this ghost shouldn't be able to enter Charlotte's home-but somehow can... What exactly is she? As Charlotte becomes reluctantly entangled in the mystery of the strange woman haunting her apartment, the line between the living and the dead begins to blur. Because this ghost is not like the others. She doesn't beg for help. She doesn't remember how she died. In fact, she doesn't even know how a ghost is supposed to behave. She's nothing like any spirit Charlotte has ever encountered. And Charlotte never expected this one to change everything. It should have been a simple haunting. But nothing about this one is simple-especially when the confused, slightly too polite, mostly innocent ghost keeps saying: "I'm a good soul." Charlotte realizes-far too late-that she might be dealing with something far more complicated than one very strange ghost.

Six years into marriage, Engfa Waraha and Charlotte Austin have built a life that feels like home. With two little hearts already completing their family, they now step into a new and deeply personal journey. One that brings hope, uncertainty, and quiet strength as they go through the process of expanding their family. Between busy careers and tender moments at home, they continue to balance love, life, and everything in between. This story follows their emotional journey, their everyday softness, and the unseen moments that shape them as they grow together.

"Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life" It was raining the night it happened, when she realized her love was not going to be returned, she had hoped and waited but finally she had enough, she never thought she would be the one ending things but if she didn't do it who else? She had to be the bad guy, take the fall, while the one she loved just stayed silent. Charlotte life was going to change the moment she decided to leave...... Sometimes second chances need to be earned..

How far can you despise someone before the lines between hate and something else start to blur? Charlotte Austin lands the role of Iris in a new series, only to discover her love interest, Voss, is played by none other than the person she despises most; Engfa Waraha. Their unresolved tension and stubborn pride from the past spark anew, igniting a fierce animosity on set as they navigate the ruthless world of Hollywood. Forced to confront their shared past, they find themselves entangled in a web of mixed emotions, questioning if hatred and attraction can coexist... or if their feelings were ever truly hatred at all? Rated R ⚠️ for explicit content ***** This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

This is the sister story of Take A Risk (that you should read first if didn't already). In this one you'll get to follow Engfa's POV. This is the exact same start and the exact same ending but you'll get to enjoy the cute moments from Engfa's mind and what happens in her life when she's not with Charlotte. Some moments you already read in detail I won't do again, but some I only skimmed over in the first story I will go more in depth. Hope you'll like it!

Charlotte and Engfa sharing a hotel room again after 4 years, what could happen? Author's note 🎶: A realistic depiction or an alternate universe where Englot end up together. This is purely fictional and only inspired by how I interpreted Englot. It is written to soothe our collective heartache when englot were apart and distant with each other, I hope reading this made you as happy as when I wrote it. I do not claim to know how Englot truly feels or acts in real life. *Please do not copy or share my work anywhere, however short clips to promote on social media are welcomed! X: @KelliesKells

We made a simple deal-no feelings, just pleasure. But as our secret encounters turn into something deeper, the lines we swore we wouldn't cross start to blur. What started as pure hate is turning into something we can't ignore. Stuck between wanting to win and wanting each other, we have to face the truth: are we really ready to admit that our hearts have been writing a love story this whole time? Because if love at first sight exists, what about hate? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including violence, explicit language, and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Charlotte Austin is married to a man named Mew and they have a son. She works at Bangkok Museum Of Contemporary Arts as a public programs manager. Engfa Waraha is married to a man named Apo, they have two sons and she is Charlotte's boss. One day, the Museum's board members decided to send them both to New York's MOMA for a seminar on museum public programs...