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

Chapter 858

James had remained silent through all of Charlotte's yelling-but the moment she insulted Sarah, he finally reacted.

"Charlotte, that's enough. You've gone too far," he said coldly.

"I'm the one who's gone too far?" Charlotte shouted, clutching at her clothes and yanking them aside to reveal a faint scar across her abdomen. Her voice shook with rage. "Look at me, James! I'm your wife. I was the one who risked everything to give birth to your child. And I'm the one who loves you the most!"

That last sentence tore out of her with everything she had left. Her voice cracked, nearly breaking into sobs.

The tattered fabric hung loosely from her body as the cold night air cut through her. Her skin turned pale from the chill, but even that pitiful sight didn't stir a trace of sympathy in James.

Without a word, he turned and got into his car.

The sharp slam of the door was the final blow.

Charlotte's legs gave out. Overwhelmed in both body and spirit, she collapsed to the ground, kneeling in shock, hollow and numb.

No one knew how long she stayed there. At some point, she clenched her fists and let out a gut-wrenching scream, like a wounded animal fighting for its final breath.

Her cry cut through the silence, as if it could slice through stone and rise to the clouds-calling every storm in the sky to block out the last bit of light.

She kept her eyes open until they burned from dryness. When she finally blinked, the tears came flooding back, hot and unstoppable.

Forcing herself to her feet, she staggered toward James's car and pounded on the window, desperate for him to look at her.

But he didn't. He just stared blankly downward, not sparing her even a glance.

you want from

The engine started.

forward slowly, nudging her out of the way-not violently, but with cold finality. As if he had just enough

frozen, then turned and stumbled to her own

her phone and dialed a number without looking. The line was

had already blocked her.

using her second

time, it went

background-music, laughter-then silence, and a

phone tightened, veins rising along her wrist. emotion When she finally spoke, her vorce

erface twisted whet

I have left. Can't

frowned. She paused for nearly thirty seconds,

Aren't you tired of this? I'm busy. Don't call

that,

broke down in

tried calling

called others.

was everyone

give up, she reopened the tracking app-no

discovered the

slammed her fists against

ahead was the entrance to Pine Mist

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