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

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The soft shuffle of footsteps echoed in the silent room. Before Charlotte could even process what was happening, she was scooped up into strong arms and carried out of the room.

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Fearing she might wake Julius, she stayed silent. As soon as they crossed the threshold, she whispered urgently, “Put me down.”

But Arthur didn’t. He carried her straight into his private room, gently placing her beside the bed. He stood in front of her, his eyes never leaving her face.

Charlotte frowned, her patience wearing thin. “What’s going

on?”

She caught the unmistakable scent of alcohol on his breath and felt a surge of caution. She didn’t want to provoke him when he was drunk. God knows what he was capable of when he was drunk.

She tried to stand to distance herself from him.

But Arthur wouldn’t let her go. His hands gripped her shoulders firmly, keeping her in place. “Sit down,” he said. “Let me look at you.”

Charlotte’s confusion only deepened. She glanced up at him, meeting his intense gaze. Now, there was a blaze in his eyes, an intense fervor that caused her heart to flutter wildly. She averted her gaze swiftly, as though the very sight of him could scorch her.

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Arthur didn’t release her hand; instead, he held her gaze, drinking in every flicker of emotion that crossed her face.

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never truly acknowledged the unique feelings he harbored for her. He was perpetually on guard against being manipulated, yet in the end, she also

moment, their relationship hung in the

connection was sustained solely by his efforts and

resources.

found out the truth about what happened five years ago, she would leave him.

life without her made his chest tighten, an ache settling in his heart. He couldn’t bear the thought of her

away.

closer, his face inches

a hand over her mouth. Her bright eyes were wide with caution as she regarded him.

without a doubt, that his

pure!

ever vigilant, determined to thwart any

down at her small, delicate hand and, to her

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as we don’t get a divorce, you can ask for

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his breath was crisp with a faint trace of alcohol, yet his deep gaze was like

a frosty tone, she declared, “I’m not

there really no room for

deep gaze upon

game he was playing, but she was done with the fear that had ruled her life for the past

coldness, treated like an expendable tool. She offered her wholehearted sincerity and warmth, only

thought of being used as merely a stand–in for someone else was especially unbearable, sending waves of