Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 34

Evander stood ramrod straight, his posture tense for a fleeting second.

Something as simple as a hug–something that used to bring him joy–now left him feeling nothing at all.

Tricia glanced out the door at the figure in the hallway. “Evander, no matter what happens, you’ll always believe me, right?”

His eyes drifted to the window, distracted. “Mm,” he murmured, barely present.

Tricia smiled softly. “You’re so good to me, Evander.”

Charlotte lingered outside the door, unable to bring herself to enter.

Tricia saw her. She said nothing. She wanted Charlotte to hear all of this–she’d asked that question on purpose, right in front of her.

And Evander’s answer was exactly what Charlotte expected.

She tightened her grip on her phone. Even if she handed over the security footage to prove her innocence, what difference would it make?

Tricia was right. No matter what, Evander would always choose to believe her.

A bitter, hollow laugh echoed in Charlotte’s mind as she turned and walked a

Hiram’s case,

she contacted turned

word–it

Howard family made a decision, unless you were their equal in power or status, there

already helped her twice. She couldn’t risk dragging

man leaning against the hallway wall, cigarette in hand, looking as

watching her through a haze

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to see a lawyer? I thought you’d go running

her tracks, turning in disbelief.

crushing out his cigarette in a glass

into fists. She brushed past him, determined to ignore him. But Evander’s arm shot out, pinning her against the cold tile wall, his frame

trembled, but she

inches from hers. “If you’re willing to

Charlotte’s voice shook with anger. “So it’s all about Tricia, isn’t

me first–why should I be the one to

out?” Evander’s tone was eerily

Rosemary had struck some underhard deal

But that wasn’t true.