Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 16

Chapter 16

Lana laughed, her voice warm with praise. “It’s Mr. Howard in the kitchen this morning! I never would’ve guessed he’s such a talented cook. Mrs. Howard, you really are lucky!”

Charlotte gazed at Evander’s back as he moved around the kitchen, a tangle of emotions tightening in her chest.

She’d only learned about Evander’s cooking skills from Genevieve Howard, his cousin. Like the rest of the Howard family, Genevieve had never cared for Charlotte. She knew all about Evander’s history with Tricia–and made a point of reminding Charlotte at every opportunity, relishing the chance to compare the two women, bragging about how deeply Evander had once loved Tricia.

Evander had learned to cook for Tricia, not her. He’d never bothered to cook for his own wife. But for Tricia, he’d made the effort.

And now, out of the blue, he was making breakfast. For her.

Charlotte’s heart twisted painfully. She didn’t understand it. For years, he’d been cold and distant, barely acknowledging her existence. But lately, he seemed…different. Was he trying to leave her with a good impression? Was there something he regretted?

Evander brought two plates to the table. “You’re up?” he asked, placing breakfast before her.

It was lasagna–rich, layered, and golden.

He slid her plate closer before taking his seat. “I just made something simple. It’s sweet, you might like it.”

Lana helped her with her chair, and Charlotte sat down, eyeing the meal. She’d never liked sweet dishes; he’d just never bothered to notice.

Never mind, she thought. They were bound for divorce soon anyway.

2018

you,” Charlotte replied politely, her tone

eyes narrowed as he

from the side. “Mrs. Howard, Mr. Howard really dotes

her? Charlotte’s expression stiffened. If this was affection, she could do without

works hard,” he said

Charlotte said nothing.

he were the world’s most perfect husband. Men like him were a rare

up, only Charlotte and

Howards who knew about their marriage. And with Evander’s pride, he’d never let anyone find fault with him as a husband.

bitter taste in Charlotte’s

napkin and said evenly, “There’s a robotics surgery conference next week. Take Tricia

him, stunned. “You

the most prestigious medical event in the

Evander–he’d arranged for her to be brought in

to bring Tricia to

her gaze, his eyes cool. “What,

should ask someone else,” she replied, not outright refusing, but making her

issues with her, but this isn’t

breath, then finally asked, “Evander, is this about advancing her

didn’t deny it. “And

thought bitterly. But what