Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 3 Let’s Get Divorced

Charlotte touched her wet cheeks, confused. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Grace just watched her with sympathy.

Pulling herself together, Charlotte walked into the house. A housekeeper immediately approached her. “Ma’am, Mr. Harrison and young Mr. Julius will be home in two hours. Would you like to start dinner preparations?”

For five years, Charlotte had handled everything for Arthur – cooking his meals, choosing his clothes, even picking out his

accessories.

She’d done it all hoping he would fall in

love with her someday.

But now she knew that her feelings would never be returned.

Charlotte looked genuinely puzzled. “Why would I need to cook dinner?”

The housekeeper stared at her, startled. “Ma’am, are you feeling okay?”

Grace explained Charlotte’s condition

softened with sympathy. “Ma’am, you should rest. We’ll

way is the bedroom?” Charlotte asked, rubbing

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upstairs, and Charlotte just crashed onto the bed. Her head was swimming as she tried

had to

dozed off, but it

shoulders, and the moments when Arthur’s eyes would burn with passion during their intimacy, only to whisper those damning words.

hard, her

spun around when she felt

eyes on her.

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his shirt buttons, moving with that natural grace he

thick brows made him look like something out of a magazine. When he looked her way,

like he couldn’t care less. His tight–lipped expression didn’t

up slowly, keeping up her confused act. “They told me you’re my husband? Why did you tell me