Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 126

“Tricia, are you… are you upset? I’m sorry, I just hate seeing you treated like this, that’s all…”

Genevieve realized she’d said too much. Worried her words might’ve hurt Tricia, she hurried to apologize.

Tricia forced a smile. “It’s fine, I get it. After all, Evander and I have been separated for six years now…”

“So what if it’s been six years? Some people break up and still get back together! Tricia, don’t give up–you have to fight for it. I’m still hoping you’ll end up as my sister–in–law!”

“Alright,” Tricia replied.

As soon as she hung up, her smile vanished.

She turned and walked toward the man standing by the window. “Charlotte broke things off with Evander, but it looks like he’s not willing to let go. So–are you still holding up your end of our deal?”

The man took his time adjusting his suit jacket. “Of course,” he replied smoothly. Then he turned, fixing his gaze on her, and, unexpectedly, pinched her cheek. “But on one condition–don’t lay a finger on Charlotte again.”

Tricia’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she smiled up at him. “Understood.”

The moment he left, every trace of amusement drained from Tricia’s face.

Everyone, one after another, only has eyes for Charlotte, don’t they?

She stared at the half–empty glass of red wine on the table, let out a dry laugh, and thought, I can’t wait to see Charlotte’s face when she finally learns the truth. How disappointed will she be then…?

The old manor.

the old lady, copying verses from classic

peace of mind, sharpened focus, and strengthened willpower. Letting

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have much faith in

rest of the Howard

the room and closed the

with Linette, the housekeeper. Linette led the

of Charlotte and

of the ordinary. “Grandma’s going to rest

this, she went in to light some calming incense

for his grandmother, so she started

She turned, puzzled. “Yes?”

face with a complicated look. “Did you and Grandma

shrugged, playing innocent. “We talked about all sorts of things. What exactly does

over his ring finger, making his meaning clear.

dropped to his

a mornent, she

ring was custom–made for the Howard family: an eight–carat square diamond, surrounded by smaller stones, their initials engraved

he’d only worn it

hand, had worn hers for six

taken it off, and suddenly, he was wearing his