Cold husband burning regret

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.

for a moment, then set

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her face

Charlotte finally made

of the elevator, she saw Tricia at the nurses‘ station, chatting and laughing

handing out little gift boxes–expensive

it.

Winthrop, Mr. Howard sure does

know, right? This must be his way of showing affection–and we get to benefit, too! Is this what it feels

about to say something else when she noticed Charlotte. She picked up a box and walked over. “Dr.

glanced at the gift

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

tossed the lipstick

She took it, yes.

she’d ever use

smiling. “Dr. Sterling, do you know

over her keyboard, catching Tricia’s probing gaze. She almost

“Not really.”

disappointment, then brightened. “Well, if you ever need anything, you can let me know.

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you. He’s really a great guy, you know. Last night, Hans had a stomachache, and Evander stayed up with

Charlotte’s breath caught.

but she hadn’t realized

sick, wishing Evander would stay by her side–only to be

ache in her chest, forcing a neutral tone. “Is that so? Well, that’s good.