Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 3

“But I want custody of Noah.”

Noah Harrington was her and Darren’s son.-

Three years ago, after Charlotte nearly died from postpartum bleeding and had to have an emergency hysterectomy to survive, she brought this child into the world at the cost of her own life. She wasn’t about to let him go.

Darren didn’t look the least bit surprised by her demand.

For three years, he had dropped hints and issued veiled suggestions, coaxing and pushing her to file for divorce—a thousand times, if not more. Every single time, she found a reason to refuse.

But using their son as a shield? That was a first.

Darren gave a slow, knowing smile. “I don’t care about custody. But you’ll have to convince Noah to go with you, and I doubt you’re up to the task.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the meeting broke up.

Darren unceremoniously bundled Charlotte into the back of his Rolls-Royce.

On the drive, she overheard Darren on the phone arranging for Xena to move into a luxury apartment downtown with river views, and ordering a necklace worth nearly a million dollars to be delivered to her. Charlotte felt nothing. Not a flicker of emotion.

It was nearly seven by the time they arrived at the Harrington estate. In the living room, the nanny was playing a game with Noah.

“Daddy!”

Noah ran to Darren, his face lighting up with delight just as Darren slipped off his suit jacket.

Kneeling, Darren scooped his son into his arms. The collar of his expensive shirt gaped open, exposing a hint of his sculpted collarbone and a pendant of polished black onyx.

Charlotte’s eyes lingered on the pendant, but she quickly looked away, her heart twisting. She had an identical one tucked away in her old apartment.

She could still hear Darren’s promise from years ago: “Shortie, this is my token for you. When I’m back in the country, I’ll come find you.”

He never came.

By the time she went looking for him, there was no room left for her in his heart.

Suddenly—

“Ah!”

A sharp cry rang out as Noah slipped and landed hard on the floor.

Charlotte rushed forward instinctively, panic tightening her voice. “Noah! Are you okay? Does it hurt? Is it your hand or your foot?”

Noah’s face darkened. Without warning, he pushed her away. She stumbled backwards, landing awkwardly on the floor.

He shouted, “Don’t touch me, you stupid maid!”

The word “maid” cut through Charlotte like a knife, hitting the most fragile part of her heart.

For years, the Harrington family had always told Noah she was just the help.

Charlotte knelt there, frozen, unable to get up.