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.

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 shouldn't have... but couldn't stop herself

stronger the urge became. That's how it always worked. Once the

bathroom. She'd done foolish

the

drained.

someone even she might not want to love

birth, she had promised herself

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

in his study. Of him rewatching Sarah's interviews over and over. Of the picture

been this, it wouldve been something else. The pressure on her chest

she didn't do something-anything-to distract

Charlotte finally dialed the number. Her hands

is this?" a soft, gentle

the warm tone-then remembered she'd changed

"Why do you keep haunting my life?

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

ended

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