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

Chapter 856

But two hours had passed. It had already been a long time since James was supposed to be off work.

Charlotte had texted him, but it was like throwing a stone into the ocean-no reply. Growing anxious, she tried calling him, only to be met with a busy tone.

With no other choice, she dialed the front desk at his office.

"Has James left yet? Is he still at work?" she asked, trying to sound calm, but her voice gave away her urgency.

The receptionist sounded confused. "Mrs. Chancer, Mr. Chancer left a while ago. He even canceled all his afternoon meetings today. Why? Hasn't he come home yet?"

Charlotte forced out a smile. "Oh, not yet. He mentioned last night that he was planning a surprise for me. Maybe he's still working on it."

"Aww, that's so sweet of him. No wonder he looked like he was in such a rush when he left today. Turns out he was setting up something special for you!" "Thanks. Merry Christmas. I won't keep you,” Charlotte said, quickly hanging up. The moment the call ended, the fake smile on her face collapsed.

She stared blankly ahead, mind racing. Everything she'd just told the receptionist had been a lie. And that smile? It had hurt more than anything.

If he had left work that early, and in such a hurry... who exactly was he going to see?

Suddenly, she thought of the day before. Could it have been Sarah? But no-that woman was busy with the Pine Mist Island Christmas bash tonight. She had no time to sneak around.

Then a horrifying thought hit her.

What if... James had someone else? What if he'd started a whole other family behind her back?

Her whole body stiffened.

It would explain everything.

had assumed it was because she hadn't bounced back yet. But

no interest. She'd tried everything-being

Now she understood.

wasn't disinterested. He just didn't want

a shaky breath, trying to

ne if What

proof

What

was just

she still had a connection to him-their son. As long as

mother would continue to

sit still

the

most frequently used room

searching, hoping for even the tiniest clue.

laptop. A password

tried her birthday. Wrong. Their son's birthday. Still wrong.

She hesitated, then typed in their wedding anniversary. Also

trembling fingers, she typed in one more

And the screen unlocked.

Her face went pale.