Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 120

As dusk settled, Wesley personally drove Charlotte back to Tranquility Manor. Just as she was about to get out of the car, he spoke up. “Are you free after eight tonight?”

Charlotte paused at the door, puzzled. “Why?”

“I’ve got a dinner party tonight,” he explained. “I’m new in the city and don’t really know anyone else. Would you be my date?”

He looked at her, then added thoughtfully, “I can pay you extra.”

Charlotte agreed without hesitation.

Wesley simply smiled, saying nothing.

But she grew serious for a moment. “No need for more money. For Mrs. Rayburn’s sake, I’ll be your date for free.”

He was already paying her a thousand dollars a day–more than enough. She wasn’t greedy.

A flicker of surprise flashed in Wesley’s eyes. Then he grinned, his eyes crinkling. “I’ll come pick you up later.”

After he left, Charlotte went inside and took a long, hot shower.

She opened a drawer and found it filled with cosmetics, standing there in a daze for a while. She’d almost forgotten that she used to love dressing up–that she hadn’t really made an effort in a long time.

Staring at her reflection, she saw not only herself but also the girl she used to be–six years spent begging for love, desperately trying to please someone who never cared.

Tonight, she decided it was time to make peace with the past–and with herself.

glowed with streetlights. Wesley waited by his car, glancing toward the manor just as she appeared. Charlotte moved with quiet confidence, wearing a vintage velvet red dress with a square neckline, strappy heels clicking softly on the pavement. Her long

her shoulders.

the kind of woman whose

1/3

13:11

Chapter 120

only a touch of rouge on her lips–enough to set off her elegant

over, genuine admiration in his eyes. “That dress suits

you,” Charlotte replied

was a charity gala hosted by some company’s senior partner, and the

luxurious hotel. Not just a place for fine dining, Celestia Towers was the only restaurant in the capital licensed to host antique auctions. The most exclusive private room, “The Imperial Suite,” required a minimum spend of thirty thousand dollars a night. Its lavish décor was modeled after an old European palace, complete with a private spa, live chamber music, and

inside, taking a moment to admire the opulent surroundings. An attendant in a crisp uniform led them to the banquet hall, opening the

for Charlotte to

some actress? I don’t recognize her

showbiz–she’s too elegant

“She’s absolutely stunning!”

middle–aged man approached, champagne glass in hand, and greeted Wesley with

offered a polite smile, his every movement refined. “You’re too

gaze shifted to Charlotte. “And

hand. “Charlotte,” she said

a world obsessed with status,

smiled and shook her hand. They exchanged a few more pleasantries before a group