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

Chapter 847

The nanny gave Charlotte a knowing smile as she scooped the baby into her arms. "I'll take the little one outside for some sun. You think about where you two might want to go for the holidays."

The moment the nanny disappeared through the door, Charlotte darted upstairs. She grabbed her phone and started messaging her old circle of socialite friends, eager for vacation ideas.

The replies came in fast.

Marry: Well, well, look who decided to show up. What kind of wind blew Mrs. Chancer into the group today?

Fion: Charlotte, are you seriously planning a trip with Mr. Chancer? Shouldn't he be the one arranging that?

Charlotte's smile froze. Her expression stiffened with quiet embarrassment.

Thankfully, someone with actual tact jumped in and sent over a list of travel guides and curated itineraries.

replied with a polite "Thank you," and then messaged the helpful friend privately: I'll bring you back the latest Chanel bag when

"Do Not Disturb❞ and ignored the storm

armed with fresh ideas, she started narrowing down the list of destinations. But when it

charming old town—perfect for romantic photo ops. She imagined herself coyly asking James to take her pictures, hoping the moment might

couples who visited and lit a candle together would be blessed with a happy, lasting

of something beautiful. Charlotte wanted to visit them all. with James. She pictured them hand-in-hand, leaving footprints everywhere, like two people at

more she imagined it, the more awake she

forgotten, she slipped into a silky nightgown and padded downstairs. She made herself a strong cup of

velmet

dropped she slapped her cheeks fightly and took another

well past midnight when James finally stumbled in,

smell of smoke and liquor hit her, and she wrinkled her nose. "You've been drinking again. If you damage your health, I'll be heartbroken," she