Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 14

Now, she could only watch as their wedding rings—once a symbol of love—were sold off at auction for a pittance, the crowd jeering as if her pain were a sideshow.

Her heart spasmed, torn open again and again by the humiliation.

“Mr. Harrington, this diamond ring is absolutely gorgeous,” Xena remarked airily.

Darren lifted his paddle with an easy confidence. “All in.”

The room erupted in whispers and gasps. “Mr. Harrington’s going all in!”

When Darren played “all in” at these charity auctions, it meant he would outbid anyone, no matter the final price. No one dared challenge the Harrington family, not openly.

Charlotte sat motionless, her face ashen, as she heard Darren turn to Xena. “If you like it, it’s yours.”

Her lips parted—she wanted to speak, to protest—but no sound came out. Darren was handing over their wedding rings to Xena, right there in front of everyone, under the guise of charity.

The second lot was announced: the eight gold coins the Harringtons had gifted when she married Darren.

Again, Darren raised his paddle. “All in.”

The third item: the jade bracelet Mr. Nathan Harrington himself had pressed into Charlotte’s hands on their wedding day.

Darren, without hesitation, lifted his paddle. “All in.”

One by one, every private keepsake—every piece of jewelry that had ever meant something to Charlotte—was purchased by Darren and handed over to his songbird.

He was stripping her bare, ensuring she left with nothing.

When the auction ended, the host made a celebratory speech. “All proceeds from tonight’s event will be donated to the Red Cross. Let’s give a round of applause to Mrs. Harrington for selflessly offering her precious collection!”

The applause thundered through the hall, but the mocking laughter that followed cut deeper.

Charlotte sat there, numb, feeling as though every ounce of strength had been drained from her body. Her gaze was hollow, unfocused.

This was the man she’d loved for twelve years.

His words, cold and cutting, rang out: “Three years as Mrs. Harrington and you’re still this delicate? It’s only twenty miles home. You don’t have a car—so walk.”

“If you’re too tired, I’ll give you a tip: strip down and stand by the roadside. Maybe some kind-hearted driver will give you a lift.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd, sharp and merciless. Charlotte’s fists clenched tight, her face drained of color.

But if freedom meant walking through the night, so be it.

She rose, legs trembling but resolute, and walked away. Every step felt as if her flesh was being torn by wild beasts, the pain sharp and raw.

Still, she pressed forward—steady, unwavering. This was the road out of his life, and she would walk it without regret.

“Charlotte… only four days left before the experiment.”

Her lips, bloodless, whispered the words like a mantra: “Keep moving forward. Don’t look back. Never look back…”