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.

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

to "Do Not Disturb❞ and ignored the storm brewing in the group

narrowing down the list of destinations. But when it came time to choose just one, she

ops. She imagined herself coyly asking

chapel from one of the guides. Legend had it that couples who visited and lit a candle together

ranges, tranquil lakes, misty forests... every place seemed to whisper of something beautiful. Charlotte wanted to visit them all. with James. She pictured them hand-in-hand, leaving

more she imagined it, the more awake

slipped into a silky nightgown and padded downstairs. She made herself a strong cup of coffee and curled up on the living

velmet

dropped she slapped her cheeks fightly and took another sip, eyes fixed on the front

when James finally stumbled in, reeking of

rushed over immediately. The smell of smoke and liquor hit her, and she wrinkled her nose.