All Chapters of A Chance At Forever: Chasing His Divorced Love: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CharlotteAfter spending some time moving around the house, I decided I was ready to read what was in the folder. I walked to the room, grabbed the file from the bedside table, and moved to the couch in the middle of the room.The first few pages contained what seemed like legal jargon I’d need a lawyer to properly interpret, but I kept reading. Soon, I got the hang of it, though I wasn’t sure I completely understood what was happening - until I got to the sixth page.At the bottom of the page was a highlighted section that showed my parents’ names as the owners of a property and detailed how the ownership had been illegally transferred to a member of the Narhzy family.The next line was a court order stating that the property should be returned to “… Charlotte Naomi Edwards within weeks of this…” I started reading out loud, and my eyes widened in surprise.I let go of the file, and its contents scattered to the ground as a gasp escaped my lips. I stared at the papers for a few minute

ELENA"What if I told you all that can be in the past and we could make things right?" he asked, stepping a few paces forward. I shook my head and clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "Fool me once, Thiago. Shame on you. Fool me twice? Shame on me. I won't let you fool me a third time." "A third time? I don’t understand. I haven’t…" He began, confusion crossing his features. He paused, clearly thinking about what I had said. I glanced out the window and noticed the sky had grown darker since I arrived. Light still streaked into the warehouse, just enough to illuminate the puzzled expression on his face. "The first time was when you convinced me you were in love with me and had good intentions," I started. "The second time was when you got me to abandon my family and follow you to a place that didn’t feel like home. But I was determined to make it one. Until you left." "I'm never going to hear the end of it, am I?" he said quietly, and I shrugged. "You're the one

CHARLOTTEI heard the doorbell ring and ran to open the door quickly. I was expecting to see Thiago, but Sonia’s face came into view, and my excitement tripled. "How long have you known about this?" I asked as a huge grin spread across my face. She stepped into the house and chuckled as we locked gazes, then feigned ignorance. "Known about what?" "Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m referring to - this," I replied, pointing to everything in the house as we moved from the front door to the living room. She maintained her expression, looking around in confusion before handing me my bag. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘Signora,’” she answered, and I rolled my eyes before digging into the bag to find my phone. "Drop the act, Sonia. There’s no way you didn’t know that Thiago had gotten the house back for me. Why didn’t you say something?" I replied, glancing at my phone’s screen. I had missed three calls: one from an unknown number and two from Maria. I made a me

ELENA"Why would Rogerio be looking for his ex-wife? He can't stand the sight of her," I said, and Thiago chuckled before shaking his head. "Is that what he told you, or is that what you assumed was the reason for their divorce?" he asked, and I thought about the question for a minute before answering. The conversation had taken a different turn, and if I thought I felt uneasy coming here and having this conversation with Thiago, that emotion had tripled. I could feel my body trembling slightly. "I saw it with my own eyes," I croaked, trying to clear my voice. "When we went on our dinner dates, it was all he could talk about. Why would he suddenly be interested in someone he wanted nothing to do with?" "He…" he began, but I raised my hand to stop him from saying anything else. "Is this some sort of ploy to get me to come with you? Because if you're willing to stoop so low to get what you want, then you’re only strengthening my resolve to stay as far away as possible," I said,

ROGERIOTime seemed to crawl by since I picked a date for the wedding, and I found myself both grateful for it and subconsciously resenting it. A part of me wanted the ordeal to be over as quickly as possible, while another part longed for something - anything - that would change the course of events.I would give anything at this point to back out of the wedding, but it had to be for a plausible reason. I wasn’t about to tell my mother that my reluctance to marry stemmed from speculation Maria refused to confirm. Nor could I continue stalling without justification. It was now or never, and I had to find a way to ease my mind and go through with the decision I had made.I tried to immerse myself in work, but the meetings felt endless and monotonous. Even the reports from my secretary and personal assistant seemed like too much trouble; I knew I could do without them.“I don’t want to hear about this anymore,” I said curtly as my assistant debriefed me about a meeting scheduled for lat