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

Chapter 848

It was like a switch had flipped. Charlotte went on and on, pouring out all her thoughts like she'd finally found clarity-even though James hadn't responded at all.

Across from her, James sat holding a file folder, but his mind was elsewhere. His expression was heavy, conflicted, as if he were caught between two impossible choices.

Though Charlotte was busy justifying her own excitement, she was still watching him out of the corner of her eye, tracking every flicker of emotion on his face.

When she saw that serious look, she thought he must've been moved by what she said. Her heart soared, hope swelling in her chest.

She talked herself hoarse, voice going dry, before James finally responded in a low, detached voice. "It's late. We'll talk tomorrow."

Charlotte didn't think much of it. She'd already pushed herself to the limit just staying awake this long.

Her eyelids had been drooping for hours, and exhaustion was written all over her. She barely hit the pillow before falling asleep.

But maybe it was the coffee.

In the middle of the night, Charlotte woke up suddenly, eyes snapping open as full awareness returned in an instant.

Restless and wired, she resisted the urge to toss and turn, not wanting to wake James. She carefully turned over in bed instead.

edge of the bed. His silhouette looked solitary-almost lonely. Charlotte stared at him,

to act on it, the stronger the urge became. That's

out of bed, grabbed her phone, and tiptoed into the bathroom.

at her reflection in the mirror

drained.

even she might not want

she had promised herself she would never

and she already felt like she was turning into everything she

of James, secretly hiding photos of Sarah in his study. Of him rewatching Sarah's interviews

was just the breaking point. But even if it hadn't been this, it wouldve been something else. The pressure on her chest had been building for too long. She couldn't breathe under the

something-anything-to distract

Charlotte finally dialed the number. Her hands trembled

this?" a soft, gentle

second, thrown off by the warm tone-then remembered she'd changed numbers after leaving the

and snapped, "Why do you keep haunting my life? Why won't you just disappear? Stay away

the other end turned sharp. "You're disgusting, Charlotte. Get

ended

frozen, listening to the empty dial tone. When she tried