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.

with streetlights. Wesley waited by his car, glancing toward the manor just as she appeared. Charlotte moved with quiet

her shoulders.

of woman whose striking

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ruined the effect, but tonight she wore only a touch of rouge on her lips–enough to set off her elegant bone

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

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event–just that it was a charity gala hosted by some company’s senior partner, and

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

a crisp uniform led them to the banquet hall, opening

didn’t take long for Charlotte to draw

don’t recognize her from the

not from showbiz–she’s too elegant

“She’s absolutely stunning!”

man approached, champagne glass in hand, and greeted Wesley with a warm handshake. “Mr. Rayburn, I’m honored you

smile, his every

man’s gaze shifted to Charlotte.

extended her hand. “Charlotte,” she

elaborate introductions–just her name. In a world obsessed with status, her directness was

more pleasantries before a group of guests, clearly eager to meet Wesley,