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?”

explained Charlotte’s condition to

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

is the bedroom?”

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maid showed her upstairs, and Charlotte just crashed onto the bed. Her head

That had to be

off, but it wasn’t a good

the cold shoulders, and the moments when Arthur’s eyes would burn

jolted awake, breathing hard, her chest still

around when she felt those

eyes on her.

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frame. He walked in, casually undoing his shirt buttons, moving with that natural grace he always had –

thick brows made him look like something out of a

and distant, like he couldn’t care less. His tight–lipped expression didn’t help

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