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.

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

a fool. I'll fix this. I promise. Let me take a shower

the room, Charlotte wiped away her tears. Her expression turned

do you love her

every

doorway. His back went stiff-but only for a second. Then,

let out

"Coward."

stepped through the door. Marianne looked at her

Mr. Wilson is very upset. He said

She knew her grandfather would've

thump of a cane hitting marble echoed down the staircase it was nearly half an hour before she heard

was tight

to come up

Sanders Corporation i trusted you I didn't interfere with a single decision. And this

Pn

Sarah had already signed contracts with the celebrities." She tried to sound as clear and composed as Possible She didn't want him

Mr. Wilson scoffed coldly.