Cold husband burning regret
Chapter 33
Regret Novel 33
Charlotte’s eyes flickered with a hint of sorrow–so fleeting it might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. But Tricia caught it perfectly, and her lips curled into a satisfied, triumphant smile. She stepped forward, chin lifted. “So what if you restored the security footage?” she taunted. “Did you really think that even if Evander knew the truth, he’d stick his neck out for you–a mere plaything–just to make things difficult for me?”
“Face reality, Charlotte. Don’t overestimate yourself. Evander would never believe you.”
Convinced she’d won, Tricia was about to sweep out of the room when Charlotte’s voice stopped her cold.
“I recorded everything you just said.”
Tricia froze, spinning around. Her gaze landed on the pen in Charlotte’s hand.
In a flash, Tricia lunged and grabbed Charlotte’s wrist. “You dared to record me?” she hissed.
Before Charlotte could answer, Tricia snatched the pen away and hurled it to the floor. It shattered instantly, pieces scattering across the polished hardwood.
Tricia let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Charlotte, take my advice–don’t waste your energy on these pathetic little schemes.”
Staring at the ruined recorder at her feet, Charlotte suddenly smiled. “You keep calling me overconfident, but if you really had nothing to hide, why would you be so afraid of a recording?”
For a moment, Tricia was caught off guard. Charlotte crouched down, scooped up the broken pen, and held the empty barrel out as if to prove a point. “It’s just a regular pen, Director Winthrop. What’s with all the drama?”
games with me!” Tricia spat, knocking Charlotte’s hand aside. The pen barrel slipped from Charlotte’s grasp,
Charlotte shot back, meeting her gaze head–on. “You framed me for stealing your bracelet, and you set me up in the lounge last week. I haven’t forgotten
as a noise echoed from the hallway. Her face, twisted with anger a moment ago, now crumpled into an
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shaking in feigned sobs.
you’re still angry with me. It was wrong of me to accuse you I never
a fruit knife from the table and pressed it to her wrist,
lunged to
moment, the office door flew
Tricia, who now sat on the floor, blood streaming from her wrist and staining the sleeve of
he called, alarm etched across
corner of the desk. Pain flashed across her
I nearly got Dr. Sterling hurt, and on top
swept Tr. his
into
away with it.” With Tricia cradled in his arms, he strode to the door,
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