NovelEnglishChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe 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 cto 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.
"What are you doing?" He frowned slightly.
Charlotte jumped up, trying to block his view. "I... | wasn't doing anything."
James still noticed. He slowly approached Charlotte and looked behind her. "What's that in your hand?"
"Nothing!" Charlotte said in terror, trying to leave.
But James caught her anyway. He grabbed the album from Charlotte's hands. "What are you doing with this?"
A strong premonition surged through him. He opened the album—the first few pages were completely empty.
He looked sharply at the trash can, almost able to see the fragments falling. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"What am | trying to do? That's a question | should be asking you. Why are you still looking at her photos?
dames, are you even awake? You're my husband, the father of my child. You're a man with a wife and kid now,"
Charlotte said in a low voice. s
James struggled to control his rage. Of course he knew everything e Charlotte was saying. If it weren't for these
chains holding him back, how could he be reduced to secretly looking at a few photos in his study? s
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
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actions "Stop looking at those photos she's not your wife anymore. You two have no
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her."
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James gently brushed Charlotte's hand away, took out sclear tape from the
desk, and began piecing the torn photos back together.
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