Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 344

“How could he?” Charlotte silently questioned, her heart heavy with resentment. How could James treat her like this?

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Adams University.

Sarah was in the middle of a meeting when Dean Larson informed her she would be attending a symposium in the northern part of the city. To ensure she wouldn’t have to return late at night, the school had even reserved a room for her at the Misty Island Hotel.

This news quickly reached Zachary.

That evening, Sarah checked into the Misty Island Hotel, unaware of the unexpected turn her night would take.

Late at night, Zachary found himself at the hotel, almost as if drawn there by an unseen force. Standing outside her room, he noticed the window was slightly ajar. He hesitated for only a moment before pushing it open and slipping inside, moving like a thief in the night.

As he approached the bed, Sarah’s eyes suddenly opened, her deep brown pupils glinting in the dim light as they locked onto him.

“You…” Sarah gasped, her mouth falling open in shock. Before she could say more, Zachary’s face loomed closer, and his lips, dry and rough, pressed firmly against hers.

For a moment, Sarah’s mind went completely blank. Her heart pounded rapidly as she instinctively placed a hand over her chest. What was he doing?

Zachary cupped the back of her head with his large hand, leaning down as he crushed her lips against his with unrestrained force.

Not enough.

It still wasn’t enough.

Sarah’s eyes grew cold, and she began to struggle, pushing against him with all her strength. But Zachary was relentless, like a predator refusing to let go of its prey.

In desperation, she bit down hard. The sharp metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, unpleasant and overwhelming.

Zachary pulled back with a pained expression, his tongue numbed by the bite. “Sasa…”

“Are you insane?” Sarah snapped, retreating as far as she could. “What are you doing?!”

Zachary froze for a long moment before forcing a weak smile. “Sasa, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I just… I missed you so much.”

Sarah’s expression remained cold as she glanced toward the open window. This man…

“How did you even get in here?”

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Zachary, frustrated with himself for losing control, headed straight to Vivian’s office.

It was late at night, the corridors pitch black without a single light on. The silence was heavy, yet as he approached, he heard faint voices coming from inside the office.

One voice had shouted moments before, loud enough to be unmistakable.

Curious and cautious, Zachary slowed his steps, his ears straining to pick up the conversation.

“Miss Wilson, are you sure you don’t need it?” a man’s voice asked.

Zachary’s eyes narrowed slightly. Need what?

“I don’t need it,” Vivian replied, her voice tight and hurried. “I’ve already said—don’t contact me again! Aren’t you afraid I’ll turn against you?”

Zachary froze, instantly recognizing Vivian’s voice—one he would never forget.

The man continued speaking, his tone steady but laced with a veiled threat. “With the scrutiny we’re under right now, are you planning to save yourself, Miss Wilson? Don’t forget, I have plenty of leverage against you.”