All Chapters of Fractured Hearts: He Left Me, Now He Wants Me Back: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Charlotte’s POVThe morning of Victor Kane’s trial should have felt victorious. Instead, I felt sick.I stood in front of the dressing mirror inside my bedroom, staring at my reflection without really seeing myself. My makeup was untouched on the vanity table beside me, my dress half-zipped, my mind completely elsewhere.Victor’s voice had haunted me for an entire week. ‘You staged the whole leak.’Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it again because it was true. Painfully true.I had released the information myself not because someone blackmailed me, not because someone threatened me. I had done it willingly.And now that the court trial had finally arrived, the guilt was eating through me so badly that I could barely think straight.I sat slowly on the edge of the chair near the mirror and pressed my fingers against my temple.Why had I done it? I had asked myself that question repeatedly all week.The answer never changed from fear because that was the truth.Fear that one day som

Charlotte’s POV“Alexander!” I rushed after him immediately, my tears blurring my vision as I followed him out of the apartment.“Alexander, please!” He still didn’t stop walking.The driver, who had just stepped out of the front vehicle, looked startled when Alexander stretched his hand toward him. “Keys.”“Sir?” the driver asked hesitantly.“The keys.” He snapped and the driver quickly handed them over without another word.I reached the entrance just as Alexander unlocked the black vehicle.“Please, don’t leave like this,” I begged.For one brief second, I thought he would turn around but he didn’t. He entered the car, slammed the door shut, and drove out of the compound himself.I stood there frozen, heartbroken and scared.The sound of the car fading into the distance made my chest ache painfully.The cold evening breeze brushed against my skin, yet I felt suffocated.I slowly walked back into the house like someone moving through a nightmare.The moment I entered the bedroom aga

Alexander’s POVI drove myself. For the first time in months, I didn’t allow my driver anywhere near the steering wheel.The engine roared beneath me as I sped through the city streets, my hands gripping the wheel so tightly that my knuckles had turned white.I was furious.Not at Victor, not at the court,not even at the construction board but at Charlotte. My wife was the reason I was this angry.Every traffic light felt too slow. Every vehicle in front of me felt like an obstacle.I changed lanes aggressively and continued toward the regional construction board headquarters.The image of Charlotte’s tear-streaked face from two nights ago flashed through my mind and immediately clenched my jaw.I wasn’t going to feel guilty. She had lied to me not once but repeatedly.Every single day she had watched me defend her. Every single day she had watched me fight for her.She had watched me threaten media outlets. She had watched me pressure people. She had watched me investigate the hospit

Alexander’s POV.It had been a week since Charlotte and I settled things between us.It’s been peaceful with no arguments, no tears and no cold silence stretching across the bedroom.Things were finally beginning to feel normal again between us, and honestly, I should have been relieved. Charlotte smiled more now. She laughed more easily. Her therapy sessions seemed to be helping her, and the emotional support group she recently joined had given her something positive to focus on.But despite all of that, one thing remained strangely absent between us. Sex.We had not touched each other intimately in an entire week.At first, I assumed Charlotte simply wanted a break from trying to conceive. After everything that had happened publicly, every hospital visit, every painful conversation and humiliating headline, I understood why she might need space from all of it.What I did not understand was myself because I had not tried to touch my wife either and that bothered me more than I wanted

Alexander’s POV.I sat stiffly in my seat as the women in the support group turned their attention toward Desiree.Pamela smiled warmly at her from across the circle. “We’d love to hear your story, Desiree. Only if you’re comfortable sharing, of course.”Desiree crossed one leg over the other elegantly and gave a soft smile. “Oh, I don’t mind sharing,” she said softly. “That’s why I came.”The moment Charlotte had introduced Desiree as my secretary earlier, the atmosphere around me had changed. I noticed the slight confusion in my wife’s eyes immediately. She had not said anything yet, but I knew Charlotte well enough to recognize when she was quietly studying something and right now, she was studying me.Desiree sighed dramatically before speaking again. “When I was in college, there was a rumor spread about me that destroyed my reputation.”The room became silent instantly while she lowered her eyes and continued. “People said I had an STI.”Several women gasped while Pamela’s exp