Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 18

When Darren pushed open Charlotte’s bedroom door, this was what he saw.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to the door, her silhouette crumpled and defeated—like an old piece of paper, worn thin and ready to tear.

At her feet sat a battered suitcase, half-unzipped. Inside were only a few items of clothing—pitifully few, considering the size of the mansion, and all that she had left to her name.

“It’s half past seven. You didn’t make breakfast this morning. What’s going on? Are you giving up your place as Mrs. Harrington?”

Darren’s pointed words hung in the air.

Another subtle nudge, urging her toward divorce.

Charlotte turned her head slowly, her face utterly expressionless—not cold, just hollow, as if all feeling had been drained out of her.

“Darren, just hire a housekeeper,” she said quietly.

She snapped the suitcase shut, pulled up the handle, and started toward the door.

As she brushed past Darren’s tall frame, his hand shot out and closed around her wrist.

“Hire a housekeeper? Isn’t that what you are? Pixel Sweetery’s pastries, that pure goat’s milk—who could possibly do it better than you?”

Charlotte’s lips tightened.

Because Darren loved those pastries from Pixel Sweetery, she’d spent three months experimenting in the kitchen, burning her fingers over and over until she finally recreated the flavor he liked.

Because Noah would only drink the freshest, purest goat’s milk with not a hint of aftertaste, she’d thrown herself into learning the complicated process of refining it, just to serve him his favorite drink every morning.

But now, looking at all the care and hope she’d poured into this family—swallowed up by a bottomless void—Charlotte felt utterly empty.

In three days, she’d have a chip implanted in her brain.

A flash of grief crossed Charlotte’s face—undeniable, raw.

Noah’s words echoed in her ears, memories of the things he’d said in his room.

Father and son—so cold, so merciless.

But at last, she was free to go, without a backward glance.

Her expression smoothed out. In a low voice, she said, “Darren, only now do I realize how pointless all my efforts have been. These past years—I brought this humiliation on myself.”

“You have your lawyer draft the papers. Tomorrow, we’ll go to court and make it official.”

“As you wish. I’ll leave with nothing. I’ll cut all ties with Noah. And from this day on, Darren, you and I are finished—forever.”