Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 46

Chapter 46

Just moments ago, Tricia had been all sweetness and polite smiles, but now she held herself with unmistakable superiority. After all, Evander had given her this power–she’d be a fool not to make the most of it.

Charlotte quietly twisted a tissue in her hands, her expression unchanging. “So, does Director Winthrop have other plans for me?”

Tricia folded her arms and shot a glance at her son.

Hans scampered over, tugging at her sleeve with a whine. “Mom, I want a chocolate cupcake. Can you ask her to get me one? Please?”

Tricia made a show of hesitating, then turned to Charlotte. “Dr. Sterling, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to run a little errand. Buy a cupcake for Evander’s son and me, would you? I’m sure that’s not too much to ask.”

She put extra emphasis on “Evander’s son and me,” as if reminding Charlotte that she was an outsider–someone who could never be part of their little family of

three.

It was almost laughable, flaunting her status as the “wife” in front of the real one.

But Tricia had no idea–Charlotte had been prepared for every possible outcome since the moment she’d learned about Evander’s affair and the existence of his illegitimate child.

So whether Tricia was trying to test her or simply make her look small, Charlotte simply didn’t care anymore.

“It’s just a cupcake, isn’t it?” Charlotte pulled out her phone, her voice cool and unhurried. “Hardly a challenge.”

She stepped out of the office.

Tricia watched her leave, the corners of her mouth curling in satisfaction.

like a

was told?

stairs, Charlotte placed an order for dessert delivery

Hans waited for ages, until there was

1/3

09:38

Chapter

Is Miss Winthrop here?” a delivery

frowning

is your order

“I didn’t order anything.”

the neurology director’s

then did Tricia realize–the delivery

snatched the

box onto the table in a fit of pique. Hans, sensing her mood, shrank back, hesitant to touch the cupcake. He asked in a tiny

do! Useless!” Tricia snapped, glaring at him and venting all her frustration on the

his head, silent,

shifted. She knelt in front of him, gently stroking his cheek, her voice soft and coaxing. “Hans, I’m sorry I

fine, Mom,”

you do a little favor for me? You don’t want to see Daddy taken

his small face clouded with

Howard had always been good to him. If only Mr. Howard could be his dad for

across his face,

afternoon, Charlotte checked on