Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 You’re Not My Mom 

“Alright, one meal for a million dollars.” 

Arthur’s brows furrowed at her words. “What’s with you? Are you just after money? You’re Julius‘ mother.” 

Charlotte blinked innocently. “But I don’t remember that. To me, you’re just strangers. And when I cook for strangers, I expect to get paid. I don’t work for free.” 

Arthur’s frustration was evident, the muscles in his forehead twitching with anger. He could almost feel his blood boiling. 

How did she become so sharp–tongued? 

One sentence from her was enough to make him want to strangle her. 

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Julius, sitting quietly nearby, pouted. His big eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he stared at her. She seemed like a complete stranger to him. 

“You’re not my mom,” he said suddenly, his voice soft and hoarse, his gaze never leaving her. 

Charlotte froze for a second, then said coldly, “What, just because I’m not blindly devoted, you don’t want me to be your mom? Well, it looks like you’re the one who doesn’t want me around. Fine, I’ll gladly step aside. Let your dad sign the divorce papers, and I’ll be gone for good.” 

Once that paper was signed, she would disappear from their lives forever. 

Not My Mom 

Tears welled up in Julius’s eyes and 

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spilled down his cheeks. “You’re not my mom! My mom would never treat me like this! You’re not her!” 

“Julius!” Arthur snapped, his voice hard with a reprimand. He felt his son was going too far. 

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the situation. “Your mom just lost her memory. She doesn’t remember you right now, but she will. Just give her some time.” 

Julius fought to hold back his sobs, but the tears kept flowing. 

His face was a mix of hurt and confusion, making him look so vulnerable that Charlotte’s heart clenched, though she 

quickly suppressed the feeling. 

She took a deep breath and looked at them both coolly. “So, what’s it going to be? Are you paying me or not? If not, we can sign the divorce papers now. If neither works for you, I have other things to do.” 

Arthur’s patience was clearly running out. With a cold glance, he transferred one million dollars to her account. 

Charlotte’s phone chimed with the payment notification, and she had a satisfied smile. Her mood instantly lifted. 

Money truly did solve everything. 

She stood up, glanced around, and then moved to the kitchen. After a quick scan of the ingredients, she threw together a 

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couple of simple dishes. 

In less than half an hour, she was done. She clapped her hands together, “Alright, you can eat now.” 

She removed her apron and returned to the table. 

Arthur’s eyes narrowed when he saw the simple salad on the table. He tugged at his collar, irritation clearly written on his face. 

Without a word, he walked straight toward Charlotte. 

Startled, she quickly stood up to distance herself. “What are you doing?” 

Arthur didn’t respond, but the look in his eyes darkened with anger as he took slow, 

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