Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 11 I'm Making You Remember

The car was cramped, and before Charlotte could react, she was suddenly pushed down.

She froze, completely caught off guard, not understanding what Arthur was trying to do.

Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest, her beautiful eyes wide with shock and fear. “W-What are you

doing?“,

Arthur was seething with frustration. Ever since the accident, everything had been spiraling out of control.

All he wanted was for things to go back to how they used to be.

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“I'm making you remember,” he said coldly, his voice almost emotionless, before leaning in as if to kiss her.

“Don’t!”

Charlotte was terrified.

The car was stopped right in the middle of the street, and the door was still wide

open.

How could he even think about forcing himself on her like this?

She couldn't believe how shameless he had become.

In a panic, Charlotte slapped him across the face. The moment the slap landed, her face went pale with shock.

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This was the second ttoday she had slapped him.

Arthur, the heir to the Harrison family, who had been pampered his entire life, had never been slapped by

anyone.

She was genuinely afraid that, in his fury, he might strangle her right there.

“I... 1 didn’t mean it! You can’t do this! I told you, | don’t like you. Even if my memory comes back, I still won't

like you! You're so cruel, so terrifying!” Her voice trembled, her words coming out in a rush.

The fear in her eyes struck Arthur deep in the chest.

His breathing grew heavier, and his eyes darkened even further with a mix of

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coldness and sunknown, complicated emotion. It was only now that he truly understood what was going on.

He tried to tell himself that his anger cfrom the fact that they weren't divorced yet, and she was flaunting

herself for everyone to see. He couldn't stand it, and it frustrated him to no end.

But even with that excuse, the anger still lingered, sharp and uncomfortable.

What really bothered him was the cold distance in her eyes.

They used to be full of warmth, but now they were so alien.

The tension in the car was thick, as if the

air itself had turned to ice.

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A gust of wind blew in from outside, breaking the uncomfortable silence and scattering the charged, almost

suffocating atmosphere.

Arthur opened the door and stepped out, looking down at her with an icy gaze. “Charlotte, we're still married.

Get your act together. If any rumors that tarnish the Harrison family’s nget out, | won't let you off the hook.”

With that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Charlotte let out a deep breath, her body finally relaxing.

She quickly straightened her shirt, trying to calm her rattled nerves.

She was still shaken up. The whole thing

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had scared her out of her mind.

As she sat up, she noticed Diana standing not far away, a cigarette in her hand,

the smoke curling up around her as she looked at Charlotte with narrowed eyes.

Charlotte, feeling a mix of frustration and hurt, pouted. “Diana, you've been out here this whole time, haven't

you? Why didn’t you cto help me?”

Diana took a long drag from her cigarette, then flicked it away and walked over to her. “I wanted to see...

whether you were putting on an act foror for him.”

Her voice was cold and indifferent, her eyes giving nothing away. “After all, these five years, you've been

completely consumed by him. You cut yourself off from the world, barely went home, and

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focused entirely on your husband and son. You've changed, Charlotte. You don’t even seem like yourself

anymore.”

Charlotte felt a painful lump in her throat. Her chest ached, and for a brief moment, she thought about slapping

herself.

She spent five long years chasing a dream, living as her husband's substitute, a stand-in for his heart.

How foolish she had been.

“I'm done,” Charlotte said, her voice steady but with an edge of finality. “I don’t want him anymore. | don’t want

Julius either. Diana... you have to believe me.”

Diana raised an eyebrow, her gaze skeptical. “Not even your son?”

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“Yes,” Charlotte lowered her head, her voice quiet and filled with a deep sadness. “Julius is just like his father.

He'll always choose that woman. If that's the case, I'll let them be together.”

Diana reached over and gently ruffled Charlotte's hair, and without a word, Charlotte buried her face in her arms,

holding her tight.

Diana didn’t pull away, allowing her to cling to her for a moment. But soon, she felt something damp against her

skin where Charlotte's face was pressed.

The cool night breeze tousled their hair, but it also carried away sof the frustration and pain that had

weighed down on Charlotte.

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Later that night, after they'd showered and gotten into bed, they talked about everything. It wasn’t until four in

the morning that they finally drifted off to sleep.

Charlotte was woken by the shrill sound of her phone ringing. Still groggy, she answered, her voice thick with

sleep. “Hello?”

There was a brief pause before a sharp voice broke through the silence.