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

Chapter 869

At the Chancer Estate.

James returned home exhausted. Rubbing his temples, he braced himself for a fight with Charlotte-but to his surprise, she was already asleep.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door. Their son was sound asleep. Charlotte lay beside him, her hand wrapped in bandages.

Right. She had cut her hand on the sharp edge of the invitation earlier. And he— too consumed by anger-hadn't even noticed at the time.

A wave of guilt washed over James. He gently touched her forehead. When she'd fallen, her clothes had torn. In weather this cold, she could easily catch a chill.

Just then, Charlotte's hand moved, grasping his tightly.

She opened her eyes, tears welling up.

"James..." Her voice trembled, choked with emotion, as if she had a thousand grievances she was finally ready to say aloud.

James's guilt surged to its peak. She was right. Everything she'd said today was true. She'd borne his child, nearly died for it—and he had failed her.

"I'm sorry, Charlotte. This is all my fault." He bent down and held her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Don't forget-it was you who chased after me in the beginning." Her voice was quiet, but firm. A reminder for both of

fix this. I promise.

as James left the room, Charlotte wiped away her tears. Her expression turned cold, her gaze fixed furiously

do you love

moment, she ripped away every trace of the tenderness from

His back went stiff-but only

out a

"Coward."

Estate, Vivian stepped through the door. Marianne looked

upset. He said to

this. She knew her grandfather

the staircase it was nearly half an hour

was

you to come

i trusted you I didn't interfere with

Pn

with the celebrities." She tried to sound as clear and composed as Possible She didn't want

Mr. Wilson scoffed coldly.