Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 239

Charlotte stared at the press release, her brows knitted in a deep, stormy frown. Frustration simmered on her face.

How long did Darren plan to drag this out?

He was actually going public with a live stream?

…

After a restless night, ten o’clock the next morning arrived. Right on schedule, The Harrington Group’s official live channel went live.

There was no carefully arranged backdrop, no professional lighting crew—just Darren, sitting upright in a hospital bed.

He wore a hospital gown, his skin a sickly shade of pale from dehydration and malnutrition. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his eyes, so heavy it looked as if someone had punched him. The sharpness that once defined his features was dulled by exhaustion; even his signature, imposing presence had all but vanished.

Once the stream started, viewers poured in at a dizzying rate—over a hundred thousand every second. Comments flooded the screen:

“Is Mr. Harrington finally going to expose that wretched ex-wife of his?”

“Waiting for Mr. Harrington to reveal the real Charlotte!”

But Darren ignored the comments. He didn’t even bother to adjust the camera. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on the lens, eyes clouded and tired. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse but remarkably steady:

“I’m not here to defend myself. I’m not here to beg for anyone’s forgiveness. I just want to tell you, one by one, everything I did to Charlotte. From start to finish, every mistake was mine alone.”

The comment feed fell abruptly silent.

At this point, his voice began to tremble. He pressed his fingers to his reddening eyes, but tears slipped through, soaking into the thin material of his hospital gown.

“I always thought that since she schemed to marry me, she deserved every bit of misery I dished out. No matter how much I hurt her, I believed she’d never leave. Until the day I convinced myself she’d fallen for someone else, and in a fit of rage, I published her private photos. I forced her to divorce me.”

The chat went wild.

“Private photos? Oh my god, that’s disgusting!”

“How did his ex-wife survive all this…”

Darren seemed crushed beneath the weight of these memories, his voice shaking harder now. “But when she finally asked for a divorce, I couldn’t let her go. I made her leave with nothing. Forced her to sign an agreement severing all ties with our son, Noah. I wanted her to give up—for good.”