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.

“This is it–my only shot. If I

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but to take responsibility

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said, her voice trembling with both fear and resolve. “Don’t you realize it? She’s the one who

and deadly. Her words grated on him, cach syllable stoking his rage. He pushed himself upright, though

tightly around his waist. “Arthur, let me help you,” she whispered, her

hand shot out, gripping her throat. “You want to help?” he

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

now, reduced to nothing but an animalistic need. But instead, his

door opening broke

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into the room, rushing to Arthur’s side and pulling him back. “Arthur!”

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throbbing, his eyes bloodshot. “Where is she? Where’s

get you out of here first. I’ll find Charlotte and bring her to you–I

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

gasping for breath, her hands clutching her neck. She had been seconds away