Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 153

Charlotte stood on the courthouse steps, clutching the crimson folder in her hands.

It felt surreal, as if she were living in a different lifetime.

The last time she’d held this piece of paper, her heart was light, full of hope—hoping that, one day, she could warm his heart.

But now, even the photo inside had changed.

Though the marriage had always been nothing more than a transaction, it had left a mark on her soul—a mark that reminded her, every moment, that she and Darren were finally, completely, over.

She let out a long breath, only to find a USB drive suddenly held out in front of her. Bradley stood there, his calm voice steady. “Welcome to N-LINK. Here’s what you asked for.”

“Thank you.”

As Charlotte took the drive, Bradley’s tone turned curious, edged with meaning. “Now, will you tell me what you’re planning to do with that chip?”

“I’m sorry…”

Seeing her dodge the question, Bradley just smiled, not pressing further.

“I’ll have HR at N-LINK get in touch and arrange your orientation. When can you start?”

“In three days.”

She didn’t add that she’d only be able to start if she managed to save her own life first.

Bradley’s patience never wavered. “Alright, I’ll wait. Our future research leader.”

Even after Bradley and his security detail left, that title—“research leader”—echoed in her ears, stirring up a storm of emotions.

She had fought so hard, chasing the pinnacle of scientific achievement, just to be worthy of Darren.

Darren, who had always been her guiding star.

Yet after all these years, every ounce of effort, every accomplishment, had gradually drifted away from her original reason for striving.

She wondered if every unrequited love ended in emptiness, as hers had.

But she knew one thing for certain: when she remembered the last time she saw Darren coughing up blood, she felt nothing. Not even a ripple.

Loving him had cost her years.

Letting him go—just a heartbeat. One decision.

Shaking off the lingering thoughts, Charlotte gripped the USB drive and headed to pick up Ryan from daycare.

Back home, she dove into her code. After merging the chip data, she finally uncovered a way to help Ryan overcome his aphasia.

“Ryan, come here!” she called out.

She brushed away the tears at the corner of his eyes, smiling. “It might feel strange now, but if you practice, you’ll get better and better.”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Okay!”

Charlotte turned back to her work, merging data as she developed a preliminary treatment plan—one that just might save her own life.

She ran the calculations through the super chip, watching the success rate climb—10%, 20%, steadily up to 50%. Then, suddenly, her phone buzzed. An anonymous overseas number flashed on the screen.

[Charlotte, I’m sorry.]

Her brow furrowed instantly.

That tone—it sounded just like Mr. Nelson.

Was he in trouble?

She was about to call back when a frantic knocking rattled the door.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her heart skipped. She got up and opened the door.

In that instant, her pupils contracted sharply—it was law enforcement, standing on her doorstep in uniform.