Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 869

At the Chancer Estate.

James returned home exhausted. Rubbing his temples, he braced himself for a fight with Charlotte—but to his surprise, she was already asleep.

He quietly pushed open the bedroom door. Their son was sound asleep. Charlotte lay beside him, her hand wrapped in bandages.

Right. She had cut her hand on the sharp edge of the invitation earlier. And he—too consumed by anger—hadn’t even noticed at the time.

A wave of guilt washed over James. He gently touched her forehead. When she’d fallen, her clothes had torn. In weather this cold, she could easily catch a chill.

Just then, Charlotte’s hand moved, grasping his tightly.

She opened her eyes, tears welling up.

“James…” Her voice trembled, choked with emotion, as if she had a thousand grievances she was finally ready to say aloud.

James’s guilt surged to its peak. She was right. Everything she’d said today was true. She’d borne his child, nearly died for it—and he had failed her.

“I’m sorry, Charlotte. This is all my fault.” He bent down and held her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I never thought you would treat me this way, James. Don’t forget—it was you who chased after me in the beginning.” Her voice was quiet, but firm. A reminder for both of them: of how this all started, and of how far she’d fallen.

“You’re right. I was a fool. I’ll fix this. I promise. Let me take a shower first.”

As soon as James left the room, Charlotte wiped away her tears. Her expression turned cold, her gaze fixed furiously on his back.

“James… do you love her that much?”

In that moment, she ripped away every trace of the tenderness from just before.

James froze at the doorway. His back went stiff—but only for a second. Then, without a word, he walked out.

Charlotte let out a bitter laugh.

Mr. Wilson scoffed coldly.

“You want to blame Sanders Corp for this? What about that video? I can’t believe how much you’ve changed lately—and not for the better. Zachary has had far too much influence on you. Do you even remember the kind of person you used to be?”

Fearless. Decisive. Confident. Never one to act without certainty.

Proud, ruthless, and never ruled by emotion.

But ever since Zachary broke off their engagement, she’d become someone else—so much so that even she barely recognized herself.

“Grandpa,” she asked softly, “is it really wrong to love someone?”

His expression turned to ice.

“Falling in love with Zachary was your biggest mistake. Because he doesn’t love you back.”