Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27 A Close Call 

It was a text message from Arthur: [Charlotte, open the door.] 

Her hand trembled ever so slightly as she stared at the screen. 

Charlotte thought, “What does he mean? He came straight to my house in such a short time. He is still suspicious of me.” 

A moment later, another message popped up from Diana. It was a screenshot from the security camera at her front door. Arthur’s tall figure stood there, exuding an imposing presence even through the grainy footage. 

Charlotte: [I already know.] 

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Diana: [What’s your plan?] 

Charlotte: [No plan.] 

Exiting the chat, Charlotte felt her nerves tighten as she paced the room. 

If she refused to open the door, there was a real chance he’d force his way in to confirm his suspicions, and that would be a disaster. 

Charlotte mulled over her options, biting her lip in frustration. Finally, she decided to take a gamble. 

She dialed Arthur’s number. 

“You’re here to talk about the divorce, aren’t you?” 

Her voice was soft, almost casual, but 

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there was a frosty edge to her tone. 

Standing at the door, Arthur frowned slightly, his sharp features shadowed by the dim light. 

“Open the door. We’ll talk inside.” 

Charlotte’s tone was laced with suspicion. “You’re not lying, are you? This isn’t some trick?” 

Arthur’s deep, resonant voice grew colder. “Open the door, and you’ll find out.” 

Charlotte rolled her eyes, though he 

couldn’t see it. “If you’re so eager to divorce, why didn’t you reply to my messages earlier?” 

Arthur’s patience was clearly running thin. “Charlotte, I’m not going to repeat 

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myself.” 

With the door safely between them, she pushed him a little further. “What’s the big deal about repeating yourself? Are you ‘afraid you’ll explode or something? Go 

ahead, let me see it!” 

A vein throbbed at his temple. Arthur’s gaze darkened as he turned to his bodyguard and ordered, “Get someone to take this door down. Now.” 

“Hey, hey, hey! Arthur, are you for real?” Charlotte’s voice shot up an octave, panic creeping in. 

Arthur’s words were icy and deliberate. “Charlotte, if you’re hiding something from me, I swear I’ll find out. And when I do, you’re finished.” 

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Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked her fear with indignation. “What are you even talking about? And for the record, this door wasn’t cheap! Don’t you dare damage it!” She forced a steady tone. “If you really want a divorce, fine. Tomorrow, the Courthouse. I’ll be waiting!” 

Without giving him a chance to reply, she ended the call and clutched the phone to her chest. Her heart was pounding as if it might burst out at any moment. 

At this point, there was no turning back. 

If Arthur broke in and realized she wasn’t even home, things would go south and fast. 

She raked her fingers through her hair, pacing the room as a whirlwind of