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.

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The engine started.

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

stood frozen, then turned and stumbled

her phone and dialed a number without

had already blocked her. She must've

again using

time, it

the background-music, laughter-then silence, and

on the phone tightened, veins rising along her wrist. emotion When

erface twisted whet

all I have left. Can't you stop being so

frowned. She paused for

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

with that, she hung

down in

calling

called others.

everyone shutting her

she reopened the

discovered

slammed her fists against the

the entrance to Pine Mist

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