StartNovelChapter 856
But two hours had passed. It had already been a long tsince James was supposed to be off work.
Charlotte had texted him, but it was like throwing a stone into the ocean-no reply. Growing anxious, she tried
calling him, only to be met with a busy tone.
With no other choice, she dialed the front desk at his office.
"Has James left yet? Is he still at work?" she asked, trying to sound calm, but her voice gave away her urgency.
The receptionist sounded confused. "Mrs. Chancer, Mr. Chancer left a while ago. He even canceled all his
afternoon meetings today. Why? Hasn't he chyet?"
Charlotte forced out a smile. "Oh, not yet. He mentioned last night that he was planning a surprise for me.
Maybe he's still working on it."
"Aww, that's so sweet of him. No wonder he looked like he was in such a rush when he left today. Turns out he
was setting up something special for you!" "Thanks. Merry Christmas. | won't keep you,” Charlotte said, quickly
hanging up. The moment the call ended, the fake smile on her face collapsed.
She stared blankly ahead, mind racing. Everything she'd just told the receptionist had been a lie. And that smile?
It had hurt more than anything.
If he had left work that early, and in such a hurry... who exactly was he going to see?
Suddenly, she thought of the day before. Could it have been Sarah? But no-that woman was busy with the Pine
Mist Island Christmas bash tonight. She had no tto sneak around.
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What if... James had someone else? What if he'd started a whole other family behind her back?
Her whole body stiffened.
It would explain everything.
He was at the peak of his youth, yet he never touched her. After she gave birth, she had assumed it was because
she hadn't bounced back yet. But for the last two months, she'd been working hard-dieting, exercising, doing
yoga-finally getting back to her old figure.
And still, James showed no interest. She'd tried everything-being proactive, changing things up-nothing worked.
Now she understood.
He wasn't disinterested. He just didn't want her.
Charlotte took a shaky breath, trying to calm herself. She couldn't
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At the very least, she still had a connection to him-their son. As long as the child
was around, James's mother would continue to support her.
She couldn't sit still anymore.
Rushing into the study-James's et
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began searching, hoping for even the tiniest clue. s
She turned on his laptop. A password prompt popped up.
She tried her birthday. Wrong. Their son's birthday. Still wrong. James's own birthday. No luck.
Her heart sank. She hesitated, then typed in their wedding anniversary. Also wrong.
Then, with trembling fingers, she typed in one more date.
And the screen unlocked.
Her face went pale.
It was Sarah's birthday.
A man who'd been married, had a child, and remarried just months after his divorce... had changed his computer
password to his ex-wife's birthday?
How ridiculous could this get?
But it didn't stop there.
What truly crushed her was what cnext-a desktop folder named with a
string of numbers she didn't recognize.
She clicked it open.
Photo after photo after photo of Sarah. Hundreds of them.
Charlotte slumped back in the chair, completely drained. A bitter smile tugged at
her lips.
He had been so ruthless when they divorced.
And now he was playing the part of a man who couldn't let go?
She wiped her tears, but in the process accidentally knocked over a cup. Half-full, it spilled across the desk She
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