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.”

reply before turning

pulled the curtain shut, it slid aside unexpectedly.

him, startled,

arms çaging her in, lips brushing her ear as he

She shivered, silent.

and holding her tighter. In the narrow space, his heartbeat and his body heat

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was always composed–except for that one night, after he’d been drugged, when he’d truly let himself go. Otherwise, he never

that their bodies pressed together,

were about to meet hers, his phone

and let out a breath, her

his phone

already. When are you two coming home?” Miranda’s voice came through

home soon,” he replied, straightening

he glanced at Charlotte,

exhaled slowly, then followed him

Howard Manor.

in the living room except Genevieve. Seated beside 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 was no

Charlotte entered the room

turned toward the man, and almost in

the lid off his teacup and nodded. “You’re

the kids not come home?” Miranda said warmly, waving Evander over. “You and your father haven’t seen each other in ages–make sure you spend some time together

set his cup down, his tone calm. “You don’t need to fuss over me. Evander has his own family now, and Howard