Regret Novel 11

The next morning, Charlotte woke to the sounds of the housekeeper bustling in the kitchen, the scent of breakfast drifting through the apartment.

Evander hadn’t come home last night. She could guess where he was–probably with that woman and her son.

She slid into a chair at the table, barely touching her food when her phone rang. Her mother, Rachel, was crying on the other end. “Lottie, I know things haven’t been easy for you since you married into the Winthrop family, but I’m begging you—please, help Hiram this time.”

That one line-“I know you’ve suffered in that family“-cut deeper than she expected.

Her mother knew, had always known.

Yet, when Charlotte told her she was divorcing Evander, Rachel hadn’t taken her side…

Charlotte’s fingers tightened around her fork. Her voice was rough. “I already spoke to Evander about it last night.”

She did it for her family. For herself.

“What did he say?”

“He said we’d talk about it another time.”

She repeated his words, nothing more.

“I knew you wouldn’t let this go,” Rachel interrupted, suddenly hopeful. “Don’t worry, Lottie–once Hiram’s situation is sorted, I promise, I won’t bother you again.”

Rachel hung up in a rush, as if afraid Charlotte might change her mind.

at her phone for a moment, then set

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breakfast, her face giving

made her way back to

saw Tricia at the nurses‘ station, chatting and

gift boxes–expensive lipstick,

it.

Howard

must be his way of showing affection–and we get to benefit, too! Is this what

picked up a box and walked over.

the gift

she refused in front of everyone, she’d look proud and aloof. So she

into her office and tossed the lipstick into her cabinet

She took it, yes.

whether she’d ever use it was

inside, still smiling. “Dr. Sterling, do you know

her keyboard, catching Tricia’s probing gaze. She

“Not really.”

you two were close.” Tricia feigned disappointment, then brightened. “Well, if you ever

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a great guy, you know. Last night, Hans had a stomachache, and Evander

Charlotte’s breath caught.

with Tricia last night, but she hadn’t realized

those times she’d been sick, wishing Evander would stay by her side–only to be met with his

pushed down the ache in her chest, forcing a neutral tone. “Is that so? Well, that’s good. Shows he’s a

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