Rebirth In Divorce My New Mr. Perfect (by Summer Knowles) novel Chapter 517

For a moment, he thought he saw the study light switch on, and Sarah walking in gently, placing a steaming cup of coffee on his desk. "What are you doing?"

He blinked, about to show her the album, when he heard his past self speak, "Working. Haven't I told you not to disturb me when I'm working?"

James wanted to protest, but Sarah was already stammering, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed you."

The memory sent a sharp pain through his heart. For three years of marriage, this was how he'd spoken to her, every single day.

Just remembering it once was unbearable now.

How must Sarah have felt, enduring this for three years? Maybe he should give up - some wounds couldn't be healed.

The scene shifted, the door opening again.

"James, my cousin sent some tea. I don't know much about tea, but I thought you might like them." She placed the box carefully on his desk, anxious not to anger him.

He knew the tea's value, knew she'd brought it specially for him.

He wanted to say, "Thank you, Sasa. I'll enjoy it."

But before he could, his past self spoke again, "Take it away. I don't drink tea."

For three years, he'd constantly rejected Sarah's kindness, trampling her genuine affection. Only now did he realize those crushed feelings hadn't disappeared - they'd been etched into his heart, one cut at a time.

These memories now felt like daggers striking his heart.

No matter how guilty he felt, his remorse couldn't compare to Sarah's current coldness toward him.

Sarah forced an awkward smile. "Aunt Amanda, what brings you here?"

Amanda rushed over to take Sarah's hands. "Sasa, are you comfortable staying here? Why not come to the family house? Your uncle and I are always home - we could keep you company."

"No need. I'm renovating an apartment. I'll move there once it's ready."

Amanda paused. "That works too."

"Sasa, we're having an event at the family house in a few days. Could you help if you're free?"

Sarah looked puzzled. "What kind of event?"

"Just some small matters. I can't manage alone, and your brother - well, men aren't detail-oriented like us women."