Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 337

It’s fine, Vivian will save her this time. Lucy had only pushed Sarah because of Vivian. Vivian would definitely come through for her!

And even if Vivian didn’t, her brother could just get her another psychiatric evaluation. Yes, her brother would save her. He always did.

At home, Mrs. Chancer cried and argued with James, pleading for him to help Lucy. “She’s your sister!”

James, however, remained stone-faced. “Mom, how many times has this happened? She needs to learn her lesson.”

With that, he went into his study and locked the door behind him.

This time, James had made up his mind. He wasn’t going to bail Lucy out again. It was time for her to grow up.

Inside the study, James began searching through his things. He remembered that Sarah had once left a photo album in here. He suddenly recalled that it was tied to one of the times Sarah had gotten hurt—she had even taken a photo of herself to "commemorate" the incident.

After nearly half an hour of rummaging, he finally found a pitch-black album tucked in a corner. Opening it, the first photo immediately brought back a flood of memories.

The first image showed a figure from behind. Boats drifted lazily along the Seine River, and the figure in the photo was unmistakably his.

For three years, he hadn’t touched this album. He vaguely remembered Sarah telling him she bought it to fill it with pictures of the two of them.

But right from the first photo, things had gone wrong. He was the only one in it.

As he flipped through more pages, the scattered moments of their time together began to surface in his mind, vivid and inescapable, as if they were happening right before his eyes.

When he turned to the third page, James froze. This photo showed Sarah sitting alone at a dining table. A birthday cake sat in front of her, candles flickering brightly. She wore a “Happy Birthday” hat, but the loneliness in the scene was overwhelming.

It felt like a knife had pierced his heart. The harder he tried to forget, the clearer the memories became.

Strangely, he remembered that day in detail.

Charlotte walked in, her sharp eyes locking onto him like an eagle's. “What are you looking at?”

Her gaze quickly fell on the object in James’s hand—a photo of a woman.

James instinctively stepped back, hiding the photo behind him. “It’s nothing.”

“Who is it? Whose photo are you holding?” Charlotte demanded, stepping closer and trying to grab what he was hiding.

James dodged her, moving around her to return the album to its original spot. The photo of Sarah remained tightly clutched in his hand.

“James! Is there another woman?” Charlotte’s voice trembled. She had clearly seen the image—it was of a woman.

James’s face flushed with anger. “What nonsense are you talking about?” he snapped.