Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 109

She got up and went to open the door.

Standing outside was Herbert, holding a gift-wrapped toy box. His eyes were warm as he greeted her. “I heard you’re taking care of a child now, so I thought I’d drop by and see if there’s anything I can help with.”

“Thank you, Mr. Nelson. Please, come in,” Charlotte replied gratefully, stepping aside to let him in.

Herbert carried the toy over to Ryan. “Ryan, we’ve met before, remember? I brought you a present—let’s see if you like it?”

He opened the box to reveal a set of cleverly designed building blocks, the kind that sparked imagination and challenged the mind.

Ryan’s eyes lit up instantly.

When Charlotte joined them, the three of them sat together in the living room, piecing the blocks together. The air was filled with gentle laughter and a sense of peace.

Unbeknownst to them, this cozy scene was being streamed straight to the president’s lounge at the Harrington Group via a hidden camera embedded in a nearby delivery box. The footage glowed on an oversized screen.

Darren sat alone on a vast leather sofa, a glass of red wine untouched at his side.

His phone buzzed with an update from his assistant. “Mr. Harrington, the hospital just confirmed—the report about the young master’s depression was a fake.”

A fake?

Darren’s hand tightened around the glass.

That report had come from Xena. Did she forge it herself?

He didn’t pursue the thought any further. After all, if Xena had faked the report, it was only to force Charlotte to face Noah’s needs. Xena’s motives were at least understandable.

Charlotte, on the other hand—his own son’s mother—seemed perfectly content to ignore her child.

He hung up and turned his gaze back to the screen, eyes dark and unreadable.

He watched Herbert and Charlotte sitting on the floor with Ryan, building castles and towers. Herbert wiped a bit of juice from the corner of Charlotte’s mouth with a natural, gentle gesture.

Years ago, her private photos had been splashed across those very screens, broadcast to the world—a humiliation she’d never shaken off.

Now, two years later, those same screens played a montage of Darren and Xena’s wedding photos, shot on a sun-drenched coast abroad. Against the backdrop of turquoise sea and endless sky, Xena beamed in Darren’s arms, her dress swirling like a fairytale. The scene was beautiful—painfully so.

Charlotte looked away, taking Ryan’s hand as they slipped into a cab.

As soon as they settled into their seats, the cab driver turned, eyes bright with gossip. “Did you hear? Mr. Harrington’s getting married tomorrow! He’s giving away vouchers to everyone in the city—did you get yours?”

“Astra’s got millions of people, and every single person’s getting a hundred bucks. Mr. Harrington is spending billions, all for his new wife, Ms. Lancaster! The whole city is rolling in gold—what a show of wealth!”

“I heard there was another Mrs. Harrington once, but no one even knows her name. Funny, isn’t it? Some women marry a billionaire and live like queens, others just disappear. Life’s not fair, huh?”

Charlotte pressed her lips together and said nothing.

Outside, the endless parade of billboards flashed Darren and Xena’s perfect smiles, while the driver’s chatter droned on and on, making the car feel smaller by the second.