Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 101

Chapter 101

What Charlotte had once yearned for with every fiber of her being was this exact moment: standing together with him, in front of everyone, as a real

couple–intimate, not strangers bound only by marriage on paper.

Everything she had wished for over the years had come true in just a matter of weeks.

And ironically, it all happened right as she was ready to let go.

Was this the universe’s way of pitying the last six years she’d given, or did Evander feel guilty about what happened with Hiram? Had he finally decided to treat her a little better?

Charlotte’s nose prickled as emotion threatened to spill over, but she forced herself

to swallow it back down.

“Mr. Howard, your girlfriend looks absolutely stunning in this dress! She could be a movie star–she’s gorgeous!” the sales assistant gushed, unable to hold back her

praise.

“She’s not my girlfriend-”

“I’m just Mr. Howard’s assistant,” Charlotte cut in, almost at the same time.

Natalie blinked, caught off guard.

Their eyes met for a split second before Charlotte quickly looked away, polite and distant. “Thank you, Mr. Howard, for coming with me to pick out clothes. As for the dress, you can deduct the cost from my paycheck. I’ll go get changed now.”

before turning and slipping into

pulled the curtain shut, it slid aside unexpectedly. Evander stepped in, catching

him, startled, lowering her voice.

çaging her in, lips brushing her ear as he spoke low and

She shivered, silent.

dress suits you,” he murmured, noticing her trembling and holding her tighter. In

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of control. He was always composed–except for that one night, after he’d been drugged, when he’d truly let himself go. Otherwise, he

he was; close enough that their bodies pressed together, close enough

meet hers, his

tension break and let out a breath, her

out his phone and answered.

father’s back already. When are you two coming home?”

soon,” he

he glanced at Charlotte, then

exhaled slowly, then followed

Howard Manor.

the family matriarch was a middle–aged man with striking features and an athletic build. Even with age in his face–wrinkles and a touch of gray–there

entered the room one after

the man, and almost

off his teacup

not often you visit. How could the kids not come home?” Miranda said warmly, waving Evander over. “You and your father haven’t seen each other

“You don’t need to fuss over me. Evander has his own family now, and Howard Enterprises is