Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 235

Charlotte watched him kneeling in the rain, her heart utterly unmoved.

She’d seen every side of him: the cold arrogance of a man used to being on top, the blind stubbornness with which he’d favored another, the ruthless finality with which he could cast someone aside.

Now, seeing him on his knees, she recognized it for what it was—a performance, guilt-ridden and desperate. Darren wasn’t kneeling out of love for her. He was kneeling to patch the cracks in his own regrets, to salvage some piece of himself he couldn’t bear to lose.

“Darren.” Charlotte pulled her hand from his grasp, her voice calm and steady. “You don’t love me.”

“The only reason you’re begging me to stay is because you can’t stand to lose. You want to use what’s left of my broken life to fill the emptiness left by the woman you truly loved but never had.”

“Once you’ve soothed your regret, once your conscience is clear, you’ll throw me aside all the same. That’s who you are.”

“I wouldn’t! Charlotte, please, you have to believe me!” His voice broke, desperate, pleading.

But back when she still believed in love, he’d been too proud to bow his head. Now he was groveling, and she no longer had any faith left to give.

Charlotte cut off his last hope with a single sentence. “The only person I trust is myself.”

With that, she looked away, tore her hand free, and walked off without a backward glance.

Thunder cracked overhead, and the skies opened up. Rain hammered down in torrents as Charlotte disappeared into the storm.

A solitary figure stumbled into the downpour, the icy rain soaking his suit in seconds. Darren remained kneeling on the concrete steps outside the building, water pooling around him. The cold bit into his knees, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in his chest.

He kept seeing Charlotte’s eyes, over and over, playing in his mind. There had been no anger there, no pain—just the barren indifference of someone utterly done. That emptiness hurt more than any accusation ever could.

If she’d hated him, at least it would mean she still cared. But indifference—that was the end of everything.

Still, he refused to give up. Because he knew, deep down, that if he gave up now, there would be no coming back from it.

He stayed there, kneeling, whispering the same words over and over in his mind:

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