All Chapters of You Shouldn't Have Doubted Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Charlotte stood in the kitchen, she was making her husband's favorite dish since it was their third anniversary. She texted him and asked him to come back home, so she was in a hurry to be done cooking before he came back.She hoped that he had read the text or at least remembered the anniversary, she hoped it wouldn’t be the same as the previous years. The sound of the kitchen door opening interrupted her thoughts. Assuming it was the maid, she called out, “I can handle the dishes myself. There’s no need to help me.” She spun around to find her husband standing there instead. “Milton?”Milton’s glare was colder and more pronounced than ever before. “Sign it,” he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth as he handed her a sheet of paper. “We are getting divorced, Charlotte.”Confused, Charlotte dropped the spoon she was holding and took the papers from him. Reading the words "Divorce Agreement," she shook her head in disbelief. “Milton, what is this? This must be a joke, right? We can’t g

That question made Olivia flinch. She wasn’t expecting that at all.“Apologize right now, Harper,” Milton said, taking his seat next to Olivia.“Why would I?” Harper snapped, folding her hands. “You invited us to dinner and I agreed to be here because I thought my sister-in-law was going to be here but all I see is your mistress. How long have you been cheating on your wife?”Milton and Harper's relationship wasn’t good since they were kids but it grew even worse when he got married to Charlotte. It was like she was holding a grudge against him, one that she wasn’t ready to let go.“Charlotte and I are divorced,” Milton announced. His father, who hadn’t been paying attention to him, froze halfway. Harper's eyes widened and his mother scowled at him.“What do you mean?” Harper rose to her feet, slamming her hand against the table, loud enough to draw everyone in the restaurant's attention. “Why did you divorce Charlotte? Is this because of this bitch?” she pointed an accusation finger

Charlotte sighed in relief as soon as they were far from the restaurant. She had to control herself not to snap at him there, but he looked far different in just five hours after their divorce. Milton had always had a huge stain on him.“You know the stain on his white shirt?” Harper said with a grin. “I was the one who did it.”By this time, they were heading to the car. Her brothers had walked ahead, giving her privacy to talk to Harper.“You did a great job,” she responded.Harper’s eyes widened. “I thought you were going to reprimand me for doing that.”“I won’t.”“You usually do.”“Not anymore,” she implied.Harper shrugged. “How am I sure that you wouldn’t go back to him?”“I won’t. Not after all that he has done to me.”A smile broke on Harper's lips. “Sounds good to me.”“Could you tell Mom that I didn’t get married to her son like she asked me to? And I also didn’t greet her when I saw her—”“She wouldn’t mind,” Harper interrupted her. “Milton is going to have a hard time spe

Ten days later, Milton was seated in front of his desk, his hand ruffling his hair in frustration.“Have you heard a word about her?” Milton questioned, leaning back against the chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you found her location?”He was on a phone call, and after asking his man to find the location of Charlotte, he had gotten no response so far.“No, sir,” the man on the other end of the call replied. “There has been no news about her so far.”“Did she go back home?”“I don’t understand the home you are talking about, sir.”“She isn’t at the Wilsons yet?”“Yes, she isn’t there.”“How could she not be there?” Milton questioned, yelling.He knew for sure that she didn’t have anywhere to go apart from the Wilsons, but he knew they wouldn’t want her to.“I have no idea, sir.”“Have you checked the streets to see if she’s staying there?”“Yes,” the man answered. “She wasn’t found. However, I heard about you seeing her the night after the divorce when she was given a L

Luther sat next to Charlotte, his gaze fixed on Milton. Luther slowly smirked as Milton glared at him.Charlotte, on the other hand, focused on the rest of the group, paying no attention to Milton. She saw him but chose to ignore him; they were strangers now.“Since you all are here,” Mrs. Henderson began, “we will start the meeting.”“Hold on,” one of the ladies at the table muttered. “I thought you said Charlotte Wilson was married to your son—”“Actually, I’m not a Wilson,” Charlotte corrected, her voice steady. “I was adopted and then rejected. I’m just Charlotte now,” she added, not wanting to use her old identity.Milton frowned. “Are you going to throw away the family that took care of—”“And as for my marriage with Mr. Henderson, we’ve already been divorced,” Charlotte continued, cutting Milton off as if she hadn’t heard him.A man at the table tilted his head, curiosity piqued. “So, you’re single now?”The question hung in the air, and Milton’s frown deepened when she didn’t