Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 152

Charlotte’s pale gaze flickered over Darren, her voice cold and unreadable. “No need. We can do it now.”

She turned on her heel, and at that moment, even as the guards half-dragged him out, Darren stubbornly twisted his neck to look back.

His dark eyes locked onto Charlotte’s resolute figure as she walked away, her posture unwavering.

From a distance, he watched as the staff brought down a heavy official seal on two crimson booklets.

A metallic taste filled his mouth as he swallowed hard. “Charlotte…”

His vision blurred and then went black—he lost consciousness completely.

When he next opened his eyes, harsh fluorescent lights burned overhead. He was in the ICU, the beeping of monitors a constant reminder that he was still alive.

The doctors had pumped his stomach thoroughly. Whatever drugs Xena had slipped him were cleansed from his system, along with everything else.

“Did…Charlotte come by?”

His voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

The guard at his bedside looked uncomfortable. “She…didn’t come.”

“And she and Bradley…they’re officially married?”

The guard hesitated, then nodded. “Yes…they are.”

Darren let out a low, bitter laugh, the sound echoing off the sterile walls.

A moment later, his anger exploded. He ripped the IV from his hand and hurled it to the floor.

“Mr. Harrington, please—don’t do this to yourself. Maybe Mrs.—maybe Charlotte had her reasons—”

“Shut up!” Darren’s voice was sharp, almost a snarl, his chest heaving. “Who said I’m angry at Charlotte?”

He wasn’t angry—at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He was humiliated. Bradley had swooped in and stolen everything from right under his nose. It was as if he’d been publicly cuckolded, and he could barely stand the shame.

He glared at the room, his voice icy. “Let me make this clear: if I hear anyone call that woman ‘Mrs. Harrington’ again, I’ll cut their tongue out myself.”

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify