Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 856

But two hours had passed. It had already been a long time since 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 come home yet?”

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. I 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 time to sneak around.

Then a horrifying thought hit her.

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.

How ridiculous could this get?

But it didn’t stop there.

What truly crushed her was what came next—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 scrambled to clean it up, and in the chaos, her hand bumped the mouse—

A browser window popped open.