Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 52

Director Fontaine’s face dropped. He hadn’t expected Charlotte to not only come up with an excuse but to dig her heels in, either.

By now, all the department heads in the room could read between the lines.

Of course, in their eyes, this kind of workplace bullying was mere child’s play. As long as it didn’t impact their own interests, they were more than happy to look the other way.

Tricia clenched her fists beneath the table, biting her lip before finally letting out a breath. “It was my oversight. Sorry, Dr. Sterling. I’ll have someone add you to the group chat after the meeting.”

Charlotte nodded, accepting the apology without making things awkward. “Thank you, Director Winthrop. I appreciate it.”

Tricia’s smile faded. She turned away, her expression growing stormy.

After an hour, the meeting finally ended. Charlotte returned to her office, and not long after, Tricia’s invitation to join the group chat popped up on her phone.

She glanced at it, ignored it, and went back to sorting through her reports before transferring out.

Then her phone rang.

It was her mother, Rachel.

Charlotte hesitated for a long moment before answering. “Yes?”

“Lottie, do you have some time this afternoon? I’d like to talk.

few seconds of silence passed before Charlotte finally

her mother at a

sound warm. “Lottie, what would you like to

changed her mind at

her mother really cared, she would already know what Charlotte liked a disliked. The question itself made

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a flash of guilt

“If

you

say, just say it,” Charlotte said, cutting to the

eyes. “Lottie, I know this marriage has been hard on you. But…. could you

was, in her mind, the best

there were only two reasons her mother would ask to meet: both would come down to Hiram’s future, and both would

even as she heard the plea, she felt nothing at

with hope, then hurried to add, “Lottie, I promise. Once Hiram’s position is set, we won’t ask anything

said the same thing last time,” Charlotte interrupted, her voice calm and distant. The cool detachment pricked at

we’re family. Do we really need to

mind, searching for the warmth and affection she’d always longed

felt like an outsider. If you loved him so much, why