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

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Arthur gazed at Julius intensely. Despite his youth, Julius was remarkably astute, grasping complex matters in a mere glance. A sense of relief flooded through Arthur due to the fact that this perceptive boy was indeed his son.

Julius pursed his lips and spoke again, “Dad, you need to be nice to Mom. If you want to stay with her, you have to make her choose you.”

Arthur thought, “Well, isn’t this coming back to bite me? The very words I had once said to my son were now being thrown.

back at me.”

For a moment, Arthur felt both anger and amusement bubbling up inside him.

“Let me ask you something,” Arthur said. “If your mother and I were to separate, who would you choose to stay with?”

Julius frowned, clearly displeased by the hypothetical. “Why do you have to separate? Do you still like Ms. Miller? She’s nice and all, but I still like my mom more.”

The more time he spent with his mother, the more he realized how much he loved her.

Sarah had been kind to Julius, but it wasn’t the same.

There remained an unspoken distance between Julius and Sarah, and Julius could never feel as at ease with Sarah as he did

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had indeed entertained the thought of accepting Sarah as his mother, but back then, his heart was clouded with

he resolved to seek

thoughts on the matter had shifted.

cherished Charlotte

new stepping into her shoes

off, his intense gaze settling on Julius. After a moment of heavy silence,

going to see great–grandma together tomorrow?”

had said, this

“Yeah.”

in

eyes lit up with excitement, but just then, the car screeched to a sudden halt.

few moments later, he returned with a troubled expression. “Mr. Harrison, the car broke down.

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Arthur replied casually, not particularly concerned. It was just a minor issue,

turned into a

Despite the downpour, it showed no intent of slowing. A spike of alarm shot through

Harrison, get out of the

Julius and leaped out of the vehicle. They scrambled over the guardrail and dashed to safety just as the truck smashed into their

was deafening. The Rolls Royce Phantom was crushed against the guardrail, and its hood crumpled like paper. If

turned grim. The torrential rain veiled their sight, reducing visibility to mere shadows and silhouettes. Through the downpour, they could just make out a figure leaping from the truck, staggering and clumsily scaling the guardrail before disappearing into