Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 783

She remembered when she used to sit in James's passenger seat, acting arrogant yet pretending to be understanding while comforting Sarah. Sarah's cold, distant gaze always made her feel like she was putting on an act, and maybe beneath that calm face, fangs had already been bared.

Now, looking at it this way, compared to Sarah, she was the one who had failed. She couldn't tolerate even the smallest things.

When James looked at Sarah's photo albums, she couldn't help wanting to tear them apart and throw the pieces in his face.

But unsurprisingly, there was still nothing she could do.

That evening, James went out to work overtime. This time, Charlotte pushed open the study door. She looked at everything that was both familiar and strange, her eyes not knowing where to focus.

The desk was neatly arranged with a computer and various work items. When she pulled open the desk drawer, the first thing that caught her eye was a photo album.

Her fingers trembling, she opened to the first page and sure enough saw that woman's eyes.

"Why?" she whispered softly.

She had given James a child and a home. Why did he still have to secretly look at Sarah's photos in his study?

In that moment, Charlotte felt like she was going insane.

She pulled out that photo and tore it to shreds, throwing the pieces into the trash. Still not satisfied, she took out all the photos from the album and tore them up one by one.

After tearing up four or five photos, she came to her senses. Looking at the photo fragments scattered across the desk, she laughed at herself mockingly.

The person she should hate wasn't the photos—it was Sarah.

Even if she tore up every single photo, it still wouldn't stop James from thinking about Sarah.

Footsteps grew closer, and before she could clean up the mess, James pushed the door open.

But now, Charlotte couldn't even tolerate this.

He silently picked up the photo fragments from the trash can, piece by piece, and laid them all out on the desk.

Charlotte stared at his actions in a daze, watching helplessly as he filled the desk with fragments of that woman's photos.

"James, are you even listening to me?" Charlotte's eyes widened.

He must have lost his mind!

She went over to stop James's actions. "Stop looking at those photos. She's not your wife anymore. You two have no future together."

James gently brushed Charlotte's hand away, took out some clear tape from the desk, and began piecing the torn photos back together.