Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Let’s Get Divorced 

Charlotte touched her wet cheeks, confused. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” 

Grace just watched her with sympathy. 

Pulling herself together, Charlotte walked into the house. A housekeeper immediately approached her. “Ma’am, Mr. Harrison and young Mr. Julius will be home in two hours. Would you like to start dinner preparations?” 

For five years, Charlotte had handled everything for Arthur – cooking his meals, choosing his clothes, even picking out his 

accessories. 

She’d done it all hoping he would fall in 

love with her someday. 

But now she knew that her feelings would never be returned. 

Charlotte looked genuinely puzzled. “Why would I need to cook dinner?” 

The housekeeper stared at her, startled. “Ma’am, are you feeling okay?” 

At that moment, Grace explained Charlotte’s condition to the servant. 

The servant’s eyes softened with sympathy. “Ma’am, you should rest. We’ll take care of dinner.” 

“I’m not feeling great. Which way is the bedroom?” Charlotte asked, rubbing her temples. 

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The maid showed her upstairs, and Charlotte just crashed onto the bed. Her head was swimming as she tried to figure out her next move. 

Divorce. That had to be first. 

She must have dozed off, but it wasn’t a good sleep. 

Her dreams were filled with the last five years – all the manipulation, the cold shoulders, and the moments when Arthur’s eyes would burn with passion during their intimacy, only to whisper those damning words. “Sarah, I love you.” 

Charlotte jolted awake, breathing hard, her chest still tight with pain. 

She spun around when she felt those cold 

eyes on her. 

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Arthur filled the doorway with his tall frame. He walked in, casually undoing his shirt buttons, moving with that natural grace he always had – the kind that screamed old money. 

His sharp features and thick brows made him look like something out of a magazine. When he looked her way, his 

eyes were cold and distant, like he couldn’t care less. His tight–lipped expression didn’t help either. 

Charlotte pushed herself up slowly, keeping up her confused act. “They told me you’re my husband? Why did you tell me we’re just friends?” 

Arthur paused in the middle of undoing his buttons, his eyes flicking over to her. “Because there’s nothing between us,” he