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.

in the beginning." Her voice was quiet, but firm. A reminder for both of them: of how this all started, and

this. I promise. Let

away her tears. Her expression turned cold, her gaze fixed furiously on his

love her

away every trace of the tenderness from just

the doorway. His back went stiff-but only for a second. Then, without a word, he

let out

"Coward."

Estate, Vivian stepped through the door. Marianne looked at

He said to wait for him

knew her grandfather would've heard about

sharp thump of a cane hitting marble echoed down the staircase it was nearly

face was tight with

told you to come

better than the Sanders Corporation i trusted you I didn't interfere with a single

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the time we reacted, Sarah had already signed contracts with the celebrities." She tried to

Mr. Wilson scoffed coldly.