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.

across James's back as he sat hunched at the edge of the bed. His silhouette looked solitary-almost lonely. Charlotte stared at him, and something unshakable stirred in her heart. A feeling she knew she

not to act on it, the stronger the urge became. That's how it always worked. Once the thought took root, it grew

into the bathroom. She'd done foolish things like this

in the mirror and

looked drained.

even she might not want to

herself she would never become

woman. But it had only been two months, and she already felt

hiding photos of Sarah in his study. Of him rewatching Sarah's interviews over and over. Of the picture frame tucked away

even if it hadn't been this, it wouldve been something else. The pressure

if she didn't do something-anything-to

the toilet, Charlotte finally dialed the number. Her

this?" a

by the warm tone-then remembered she'd changed numbers

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

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

ended with a

tone. When she tried to call back,