Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 2

Darren glanced at Charlotte’s face—so pale it seemed all the blood had been drained from it. His voice was cold, detached. “Of course I do. If you all enjoy watching, why shouldn’t I share?”

“Darren, you… how could you…”

Charlotte felt as if her heart had been shattered, pierced through over and over again.

Unfazed, Darren picked up the remote and asked, in a calm, almost bored tone, “Would you like five seconds to consider your answer, Mrs. Harrington?”

It was as though her very soul had been ripped out. Her reply was hoarse, barely above a whisper, “No need. I’ll shine Xena’s shoes.”

After all, she’d already been stripped of every last shred of dignity by him. She was beyond humiliation.

With Darren’s satisfied gaze fixed on her, Charlotte took the clean towel the bodyguard handed over.

As laughter erupted around the room, she sank to her knees and began to polish Xena’s expensive crystal heels—her trembling fingers barely able to hold the cloth. Every second was a fresh wave of shame, burning her from the inside out.

She kept scrubbing until the shoes gleamed, spotless, as if they’d never been worn.

She looked up. “Are you satisfied now?”

Darren looked down at Xena cradled in his arms. “See? I told you, she can’t hurt you. Will you move into my place now?”

His voice was gentle, indulgent—nothing like anything Charlotte had ever received from him.

But Xena pouted, unconvinced. “Mr. Harrington, I still can’t be with you. I may be a broke college student, but I was raised better than to become someone’s mistress, let alone a homewrecker.”

“Is that so?” Darren pretended to consider. “Well, what if I get a divorce?”

The word “divorce” landed on Charlotte’s shoulders like a ten-ton weight.

Her voice shook as she warned, “Darren, think this through. Harrington men can’t abandon their wives. If you do… the family will enforce the code—one hundred lashes—”

“Wow, Mrs. Harrington really is devoted, isn’t she? Still worried about Mr. Harrington getting punished.”

Every breath Charlotte took was thick with despair.

She’d denied it a hundred times—that night, she wasn’t the one who drugged him. She’d only barged into that hotel suite because she was worried about him, and by sheer accident had become his cure. But he’d never believed her.

Now, seeing him and Xena on the couch, fingers intertwined, she finally understood:

It had never been about his first love. He simply didn’t love her. Not now. Not ever.

Twelve years of loving him, three years of marriage—she was finally done.

In seven days, she’d have that chip implanted in her brain. If it worked, she’d make history as the first successful subject. If not, she’d die on the operating table.

Ending things with Darren early—maybe that was for the best.

Charlotte’s voice was rough, but resolute. “Fine. I’ll be the one to file for divorce.”