Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

Chapter 783

She remembered when she used to sit in James's passenger seat, acting arrogant yet pretending to be understanding while comforting Sarah. Sarah's cold, distant gaze always made her feel like she was putting on an act, and maybe beneath that calm face, fangs had already been bared.

Now, looking at it this way, compared to Sarah, she was the one who had failed. She couldn't tolerate even the smallest things.

When James looked at Sarah's photo albums, she couldn't help wanting to tear them apart and throw the pieces in his face.

But unsurprisingly, there was still nothing she could do.

That evening, James went out to work overtime. This time, Charlotte pushed open the study door. She looked at everything that was both familiar and strange, her eyes not knowing where to focus.

The desk was neatly arranged with a computer and various work items. When she pulled open the desk drawer, the first thing that caught her eye was a photo

album.

Her fingers trembling, she opened to the first page and sure enough saw that woman's eyes.

"Why?" she whispered softly.

She had given James a child and a home. Why did he still have to secretly look at Sarah's photos in his study?

felt

photo and tore it to shreds, throwing the pieces into the trash. Still not satisfied, she took out all the photos from the album and tore them up one

five photos, she came to her senses. Looking at the photo fragments scattered across the desk, she laughed at herself

hate

it still

and before she could clean up

you doing?" He

up, trying to block his view. "I...

noticed. He slowly approached Charlotte and looked

said in

her anyway. He grabbed the album from Charlotte's hands. "What are you doing with

surged through him. He opened the album—the first

can, almost able to see the fragments falling. "What exactly are you trying

her photos? dames, are you even awake? You're my husband, the father of my

rage. Of course he knew everything e Charlotte was saying. If it weren't for these chains holding him back, how could he be reduced to secretly looking

now, Charlotte couldn't even tolerate

fragments from the trash can, piece by piece, and laid them all out on