Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 35

The mattress dipped behind her, the weight pressing close. Two bodies, skin to skin, and Charlotte tensed–she could feel him changing, could feel everything shifting. Her whole body went rigid, as if she were a corpse, cold and unmoving. “Evander,” she blurted, voice sharp and brittle, “was Tricia not enough for you?”

She knew Evander. He’d never stoop to forcing himself on her, not even in his worst

moods.

But now? Now she wasn’t sure.

The intimacy she used to crave had turned sour. It felt impossible to bear, knowing he could be with Tricia and then come to her as if nothing had happened.

It made her feel sick.

Evander could sense her revulsion as clearly as if she’d shouted it. His eyes, fixed on hers, darkened.

He’d realized long ago–her face was almost too striking, the beauty of it unsettling, made all the more so by the dark beauty mark at the corner of her eye. It set her apart, made her alluring but not vulgar, impossible to forget.

And yet… that tiny mark always bothered him in ways he couldn’t explain. He was sure he’d seen it somewhere before, long ago.

Maybe that was why, whenever he looked at Charlotte, a strange irritation began to simmer under his skin.

He yanked his tie loose. “We’re married, Charlotte. Whether you like it or not, this is part of my duty as your husband,”

Her eyes widened. She tried to push him away. “I don’t-” But before she could finish, his hand clamped over her wrist, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, breath hot and wild against her skin.

She could hardly breathe. Shame and anger welled up inside her, tears blurring her vision. She turned her face away.

Evander’s fingers wrapped tight around hers, then–suddenly–he froze.

dropped to her bare left

ring she’d worn for six

that remained was a faint,

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the mark, his voice

at him, silent,

wearing the ring the night she’d

Evander’s

together and sat up, grabbing his phone as he left the

face empty of all emotion. The heat of his touch still

thought made

to the bedroom. Charlotte

his hand to knock–but

grabbed his jacket

the bathroom, Charlotte slid beneath the water, letting it cover her completely, as if soaking

day, Charlotte had a surgery scheduled for noon, so

notice: the lead surgeon had been switched. Effective

abrupt–no

station, scanning the staffing report, frowning. She looked up

was Dr. Fontaine’s decision. He said… well, after

General, a senior doctor with sixteen years under

he had

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