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.

old lady, copying verses from classic poetry, all the way up

heard the old matriarch say that copying poetry brought peace of mind, sharpened focus, and strengthened willpower. Letting your thoughts settle into the steady rhythm of the

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brought a

faith in such rituals or any

the Howard family, she was at least willing to go

and closed the door softly

the hallway, Evander was approaching with Linette, the housekeeper. Linette led

and nodded politely. “Mrs. Howard, you’re

was out of the ordinary. “Grandma’s going

she went in to light

she started to slip away. But behind her, his voice called

She turned, puzzled. “Yes?”

lingering on her face with a complicated look. “Did you and Grandma talk about

all sorts of things. What exactly does Mr. Howard want to

his meaning clear. “From now on, when you’re around the elders, wear your

eyes instinctively dropped to

she was lost in

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

it for

hand, had

finally taken it off, and suddenly,