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

Chapter 7 Kissing Her

Then something hit him like a truck. Right. Amnesia.

She couldn't cook before they got married.

His frustration spiked. Ever since she lost her memory, his perfectly controlled

world had gone to hell.

Like right now, Charlotte was still pushing for a divorce.

Seeing Arthur's cold look, she didn't flinch.

"Just think about it," she continued coolly. "We'd both be better off."

"What about Julius?" Arthur shot back. "What happens to him if we split?"

Charlotte paused before replying. "Like he'd care. He doesn't see me as his mom, right?"

Thank God for amnesia - it made her bold enough to say what she'd always swallowed down.

The knot in her chest loosened a bit. Finally.

Arthur's eyes drilled into her, like he was trying to read her mind.

She stared right back. "If he cared, he'd have shown me concern at the hospital. Let's face it - we never got along."noveldrama

She took a deep breath. "Why drag out this toxic mess? He's a kid. He'll be fine." Charlotte silently prayed Arthur would just say yes.

But no. His face went full ice age, dropping the room temp.

She wasn't acting. Her face was blank, her voice empty when talking about Julius. No emotion.

This wasn't the Charlotte he remembered.

Before, she'd loved Julius deeply, even when he treated her with indifference.

She had always been gentle, always affectionate.

Whenever he came home, her eyes used to light up with love for him.

But now, she was calmly talking about divorce, like it was someone else's life.

A mix of frustration and confusion stirred in Arthur.

But what could he do? She had amnesia, after all.

"How much have you forgotten?" Arthur asked, his voice low and sharp.

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. She hadn't expected that. But she quickly answered, "I don't remember anything about you or your family. I just know I'm Charlotte Hardwick, from the Hardwick family."

She looked genuinely puzzled. "I can't even remember why we got married."

Her confusion seemed so real that it almost made him doubt.

Arthur's jaw tightened.

Seemed she had forgotten everything from the last five years. No wonder she felt like a stranger.

"This can wait until Julius gets back," he said flatly, turning away and heading for the stairs.

Charlotte felt a bit relieved. Finally, he seemed to be softening.

But she still had to wait another week, playing this part like a never-ending cycle of torture.

That night, as she went to her room, she reached for the light switch.

Just as her fingers touched it, she was slammed against the door.

Then lips crashed into hers. She gasped, trying to push him away. Arthur was kissing her with no warning.

The bedroom lights flickered on, blinding her for a second.

Charlotte shoved him off, breathless and furiously wiping her lips.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

His eyes turned dark-like, seriously dark.

That look of disgust on her face just made him angrier.

All the anger she thought had cooled? No, it came rushing back.