My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

After her parents' tragic death, Charlotte Scott married the man she loved, Griffith Wilson, a powerful figure. But her dream soon became a nightmare when she discovered his infidelity and a hidden child. Now, facing a looming divorce and a family that sees her as a pawn, Charlotte must navigate betrayal, protect her younger brother, and reclaim her dignity. Can she escape the clutches of a manipulative family and an indifferent husband, or will she be forever bound by a marriage built on lies?

My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back

After her parents' tragic death, Charlotte Scott married the man she loved, Griffith Wilson, a powerful figure. But her dream soon became a nightmare when she discovered his infidelity and a hidden child. Now, facing a looming divorce and a family that sees her as a pawn, Charlotte must navigate betrayal, protect her younger brother, and reclaim her dignity. Can she escape the clutches of a manipulative family and an indifferent husband, or will she be forever bound by a marriage built on lies?

Charlotte Scott stood in a black dress, a composed and graceful figure amidst the brief comfort offered by guests at her parents' memorial. The silence of her phone, devoid of any missed calls, was broken only by a flashing entertainment news notification.

'Katie Hussey and Mysterious Boyfriend Attended Berlin Film Festival Together!'

The man's back in the photo was unmistakable: Griffith Wilson, her husband. Just three days prior, she'd tried to reach him for this very day, but he'd been unreachable. Now she knew why. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she numbly dialed his number.

"What's up?" Griffith's casual tone, two rings later, was a familiar sting.

"Where are you?" she asked, her voice steady.

"At the office," he replied, a hint of displeasure. He never liked her checking up on him. Charlotte's lip twitched. "Really? I thought you're in Berlin."

"Look, don't call me if there's nothing important," he snapped, his patience clearly thin.

Charlotte closed her eyes. "Alright. It won't happen again." Before he could hang up, she quickly added, "Are you coming home tonight?"

"I'm not sure. It depends," he said perfunctorily, and the line went dead. She stared blankly at her phone, the irony a bitter taste.

Later, back at the mansion, the hushed whispers of two maids chilled her to the bone. "Mrs. Wilson is really pitiful. She still has no idea that her husband has an illegitimate child." Her heart wrenched. "What are you two talking about?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the silence.