Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 129

The man spat straight into Charlotte’s face.

Her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists, but she didn’t move a muscle.

More and more spit landed on her hair, her shoulders, her arms.

Some of them, done with their little act of cruelty, pressed their palms together in mock prayer. “Bless me! Best of luck, make me rich! Amen…”

The humiliation gnawed at every cell in Charlotte’s body.

But for the chance to compete again, she endured it in silence.

Just as another crowd of gawkers gathered around, the sky darkened overhead.

Without warning, a torrential downpour crashed down, scattering the onlookers in seconds.

Rainwater washed ruthlessly over Charlotte’s frail figure.

Her vision blurred, the world swayed, and she couldn’t hold herself upright anymore.

A tall figure approached, an umbrella shielding him from the rain.

Polished leather shoes stopped before her.

Charlotte’s neck felt stiff as she forced herself to look up. Through the haze, she could just make out the sharp features beneath the umbrella.

She tried to pull her lips into a smile, her voice hoarse and weak. “Darren… Give me back my place in the competition…”

Before she could finish, everything went black, and she collapsed.

When she finally drifted back to consciousness, her body felt as if it were being scrubbed raw, plunged in water. Instinctively, she struggled.

A man’s low, commanding voice sounded above her. “Don’t move.”

It was Darren.

Her resistance only grew fiercer, until his threat lashed down: “Do you want to lose your spot in the competition?”

The words shackled her instantly. She went still.

He washed her roughly in the cramped bathtub, relentless as a storm. There was no gentleness in his hands—only dominance and punishment.

Her words hit their mark. Darren’s expression darkened.

“My feelings for Xena go beyond the physical. You’ll never understand. Your job is to know your place.”

He slammed the door on his way out.

A message pinged on Charlotte’s phone: her place in the competition had been restored.

Her lips curled in a bitter smile. Darren, in Astra, could make or break anyone with a snap of his fingers.

As dusk crept in, Charlotte wasted no time. She called a cab to the daycare center.

When she asked the teacher about her son, the woman avoided her eyes. “Ryan? I haven’t seen him—I thought you’d already picked him up.”

“I never—”

Charlotte’s voice sharpened. “I want to see the security footage.”

“I’m sorry, the cameras are broken. They haven’t been fixed yet.”