Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 107

“Noah, I’m kneeling before you and admitting I was wrong. Is this enough for you?”

Her gaze locked on Noah’s face—despair, mockery, and unwavering resolve all tangled in her eyes.

Her voice wasn’t loud, yet somehow it cracked through the room like a sudden thunderclap.

Noah’s expression froze. The thrill of vengeance he’d been waiting for never came—instead, a strange emptiness swept in and hollowed him out.

Xena had told him that putting Charlotte through hell would make him happy.

So why did he feel worse than ever?

He didn’t understand…

Across the table, Darren’s face had gone dark as a storm cloud.

His cold, brooding eyes bored into the figure kneeling on the floor, as if trying to pin her in place.

She could have apologized in a hundred other ways—a gift, a favor for Noah, anything else.

But she’d thrown herself down for someone else’s child, kneeling before their own son.

A mother kneeling to her son—against every rule, every ounce of natural order. There’d be consequences for this.

Noah was the child she’d carried for nine months, the one she’d fought to save even when it nearly cost her her life. Did she really not care anymore?

That single kneel, like a burning brand, seared into Darren’s soul.

It left him rattled. Deeply unsettled.

Just then, Ryan scrambled off his chair and ran over to Charlotte, crouching in front of her. He shook his head, tears brimming in his eyes as he looked up at her.

He couldn’t get the words out, but his worry for Charlotte was plain as day.

Charlotte reached out and gently pulled him close. “Don’t worry, Ryan. I promised I’d look after you, and I keep my promises. I’ll always protect you.”

“Charlotte!”

Darren couldn’t hold back anymore. He shot to his feet, his eyes rimmed red. “You’re standing there, promising to protect someone else’s child right in front of Noah. Do you want to make his condition even worse? Is that what you want?”

“His condition?” Charlotte’s voice dripped with derision. “You dragged me here, forced me to kneel to a child, and faked a medical report for depression—honestly, I’ve never seen a father stoop so low.”

“Let her go.” Darren’s voice was icy, each word sharp as frost. “Charlotte, if you walk out that door today, don’t ever think you’ll see Noah in private again.”

Charlotte didn’t pause; her only answer was a cold echo thrown over her shoulder: “That’s just fine by me.”

Darren let out a harsh laugh. The old Charlotte would have fought back tears just for the chance to sit at the same table with Noah. Now she was throwing it all away?

He watched her retreating figure, fists clenched so tight his knuckles cracked.

A voice screamed inside his head: She’s only pretending!

She thinks pulling this stunt will make me beg her to stay?

He wouldn’t chase after her. He’d wait for her to turn back.

He’d wait until she was as humble and desperate as before—until she came crawling back, begging for one more chance.

Come on, Charlotte. This is the chance you’ve always wanted.

But as he watched her move closer and closer to the door, that voice inside grew frantic, almost clawing its way out of his throat.