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

you should rest. We’ll take care

feeling great. Which way is the bedroom?” Charlotte asked, rubbing her

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Charlotte just crashed onto the bed. Her head was swimming as she tried to figure

had

must have dozed off, but it

were filled with the last five years – all the manipulation, the cold shoulders, and the moments when Arthur’s eyes

awake, breathing hard, her chest

when

eyes on her.

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casually undoing his shirt buttons, moving with that natural grace he always had – the kind

him look like something out of a magazine. When he

cold and distant, like he couldn’t care less.

confused act. “They told me you’re my husband? Why