Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 179

“What? Mrs. Fairchild doesn’t have a womb?”

The ballroom erupted in a frenzy, whispers and wild speculation buzzing like a swarm of flies.

Charlotte could feel the scornful eyes drifting down to her abdomen, their gazes all but hissing, “A woman like that—must have lived a dissolute life to end up this way.”

She didn’t flinch from the humiliation or doubt. Instead, she slowly lifted her eyes. “Mrs. Harrington is right. I no longer have a womb.”

Xena’s lips curled. There was nothing she loved more than seeing Charlotte shamed, exposed—unable to fight back.

At the same time, Bradley looked over at Charlotte. Why didn’t she have a womb? The question barely formed in his mind before Charlotte’s next words struck like a hammer.

“Five years ago, I nearly died giving birth. They had to remove my womb to save my life. And my ex-husband—he had the organ preserved, turned into a specimen, and put it on display in a museum, for everyone to see.”

Charlotte’s voice was steady, stripped of bitterness, but chilling enough to pierce every listener.

“What?!”

“That’s monstrous! She risked her life for him, and he turns her body into a spectacle?”

“Calling him an ex-husband is generous. That’s just sick.”

The room exploded with outrage.

Bradley watched the numb little smile on Charlotte’s lips, his eyes darkening with something unreadable.

And the man responsible for all of it was standing just a few paces ahead.

Darren clearly hadn’t expected Charlotte to air out their sordid history so ruthlessly. He opened his mouth to object, but the words stuck in his throat.

Charlotte’s tone was almost airy. “Funny enough, he’s right here in the room tonight.”

“What? Who is it?!”

“That’s disgusting! Someone should drag him out!”

All eyes turned, the tide of outrage surging straight toward Darren.

He never imagined that, after only a few days together, Bradley would stand up for Charlotte so unreservedly.

Yet he himself, looking back, realized he had never defended Charlotte in public. Not once. Not even for a moment.

While he was caught in that bitter recognition, Bradley had already bent down, carefully lifting Charlotte from her wheelchair as if she were the rarest treasure in the world.

“Mrs. Fairchild, the auction’s over. It’s time to go,” he murmured, his gentle words brushing her ear.

If Charlotte hadn’t known this was all an act—just a performance for their arrangement—she might have believed there was something more behind his tenderness.

She relaxed into his arms, ignoring Darren entirely.

But Darren’s eyes, as if magnetized, were locked on the pair as they walked away.

He didn’t hear the chatter, the gossip, or the envious sighs. All he could hear, echoing endlessly in his mind, was “Mrs. Fairchild, Mrs. Fairchild, Mrs. Fairchild…”

A bitter taste rose in his throat, making it impossible to breathe.