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

Chapter 391 Die for Me

Sarah edged closer to Arthur slumped on the couch, his

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breathing uneven and his eyes half–closed. Her gaze was full of longing and determination.

“Arthur,” Sarah whispered softly, “let me take care of you. Charlotte doesn’t love you. She’s desperate for a divorce–that’s why she sent me here.”

The faint scent of her perfume wafted toward Arthur, mingling with the drug–induced haze clouding his senses.

Arthur gritted his teeth and forced his eyes shut, trying to push through the fog in his head. “Get away.” With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved Sarah aside, his voice sharp with disgust.

Her words lingered in his mind, echoing like a taunt. Arthur thought, “Charlotte sent her here. She knew I’d been drugged, and this is her response? Throwing another woman at me? Is she so desperate to push me away?”

A cold fury churned in his chest, sharp and unrelenting, spreading through every corner of his body. His face hardened, his usual elegance replaced by a dark, dangerous edge.

“Arthur…” Sarah stumbled back but quickly regained her footing. She wasn’t about to let this chance slip away.

thought, “This is it–my only shot.

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voice trembling with both fear and resolve. “Don’t you realize it? She’s the

up!” Arthur’s voice lashed out, sharp and deadly. Her words grated on him, cach syllable stoking his rage. He pushed himself

around his waist. “Arthur, let me help you,” she whispered, her voice soft and coaxing. “I’ll do

unbutton her dress, her intentions clear. Arthur’s eyes darkened, and in a flash, his hand shot out, gripping her throat. “You want to help?” he

She clawed at his hands, gasping for air, but his strength was unyielding. This wasn’t supposed to happen. The drug–she’d seen its effects. Just a small dose could strip

should have lost control by now, reduced to nothing but an animalistic need. But instead, his mind was sharp–too sharp. And

sound of a door opening

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to Arthur’s side and pulling him back.

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him, his temples throbbing, his eyes bloodshot. “Where is she? Where’s Charlotte?”

calm but firm. “Arthur, this isn’t the time. Let’s get you out of here first. I’ll find Charlotte and bring her

chest heaving with anger, before finally allowing Barrett to guide him out of

her hands clutching her neck. She had been seconds