Delete My Love for You novel Chapter 97

When he threatened her with the lab again, Charlotte's expression darkened.

The smile at the corner of Darren’s eyes only deepened. “What’s wrong? Don’t want to attend my wedding? Or are you afraid seeing it all will bring back old feelings?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there,” Charlotte replied coolly. She didn’t spare him a single extra glance.

Just as she turned to leave, he suddenly grabbed her hand, his grip so tight it felt like his fingers might leave bruises.

“Charlotte, I’ll make sure you know what happens when you play games with me.”

With that, Darren flung her hand away.

The Rolls-Royce tore off into the night like a streak of wind, vanishing from her sight in an instant.

Clutching the wedding invitation in her hand, Charlotte murmured bitterly, “I thought I could spend this last month in peace. Darren, why can’t you just let me go…”

She returned to her small, empty apartment.

She’d bought this place with prize money from a science competition when she was thirteen.

Back then, she’d believed she must have been worthless if her own parents abandoned her at an orphanage. She’d worked herself to the bone, desperate to be good enough—maybe then, someone might want her.

By ten, she’d mastered all her middle and high school textbooks. At eleven, she started studying medicine. By twelve, she was specializing in neural engineering. At thirteen, she took home a national award.

By fifteen, “Charlotte” was gone—everyone at the lab called her “Ms. Lawson.”

She’d thought if she were brilliant enough, no one would ever reject her again. But the man she loved most, and the only son she’d ever had, both cast her aside like yesterday’s news. Even her beloved research had slipped through her fingers.

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. She stepped into the shower, turned the water ice-cold, and let it pour over her from head to toe.

She had hoped the freezing spray would cool her body, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside.

As darkness deepened, the side effects of her hormonal imbalance only grew worse.

Unable to bear it any longer, she finally got dressed and slipped out into the night, heading for the club.

However much time she had left, she’d deal with her own needs first. She’d just find a clean, discreet model and get it over with.

…

Late at night, in the Harrington family’s library.

Darren couldn’t get Charlotte’s icy face out of his mind, nor the words he’d never wanted to hear:

“I don’t want you anymore.”

Darren frowned, pulled the phone closer, and stared. The photo showed Charlotte, clear as day, walking into the club.

Double-checking, he realized he wasn’t imagining things—his face went rigid with anger.

She called him filthy, over and over…

And now she was hiring male models in the middle of the night?

Did she fall out with Herbert, or had that wedding invitation driven her mad?

He snatched up his jacket and threw open the library door—only to nearly collide with Xena.

Xena stood there in a crimson cocktail dress, her nervous gaze fixed on him. “Mr. Harrington, you still haven’t dealt with Lottie. That woman could go after Noah again at any moment, and I can’t sleep for worrying.”

Darren’s patience snapped. “Lottie isn’t the mastermind. Stop overthinking it.”

“Not the mastermind? But she confessed herself, Mr. Harrington. How can you be so sure she’s innocent?”

“Because Lottie is Charlotte. No matter how scheming she is, she’d never harm her own flesh and blood!”

As he spoke her name, a fire he couldn’t control burned in his chest.