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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then, his heart was clouded with anger and sorrow, believing that

resolved to seek out a new mother

his thoughts on the matter

still cherished Charlotte deeply.

thought of someone new stepping into her shoes

on Julius. After a moment of heavy silence, Arthur chuckled, “Alright. When you see

to see

had said,

“Yeah.”

nodded in agreement.

but just then, the car screeched to a sudden

the issue. A few moments later, he returned with a troubled expression. “Mr. Harrison, the car broke down. I’ll call another car to take you and Mr. Julius Harrison

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not particularly concerned. It was just a minor

turned into a blur of gray

showed no intent of slowing. A

Mr. Julius Harrison, get

up Julius and leaped out of the vehicle. They scrambled over the guardrail and dashed

Royce Phantom was crushed against the guardrail, and its hood crumpled like paper. If they had still been inside, it would have been

reducing visibility to mere shadows and silhouettes. Through the downpour, they could just make out a figure leaping from the truck,