Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 134

Charlotte rushed straight to the hospital morgue the moment she got the terrible news. As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Rachel sitting motionless beside the cold storage unit, her face ashen. No matter how the doctors tried to comfort her, Rachel refused to move an inch.

“Dr. Sterling, she’s your family. Maybe you could talk to her?”

One of the doctors looked at Charlotte with genuine sympathy before quietly leaving her alone with her mother.

Charlotte slowly walked toward the freezer. Inside lay the body of a middle–aged man–his face so familiar, both loved and resented, that it nearly broke her

composure.

She wasn’t new to death. In hospitals, people succumbed to illness, accidents, and failed resuscitations every single day. She’d seen it more times than she could count. But watching her own father lying lifeless before her was a pain she’d never truly known–an ache that felt entirely different.

Her chest tightened and she had to take great, gulping breaths just to steady herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and relentless. “Mom, what happened? Tell me this isn’t real. Dad’s trying to trick me, right? He just wants to stop me from getting a divorce–this is all a setup, isn’t it?”

She looked desperately at her mother. “Please, answer me! Tell me the truth!”

Charlotte’s outburst seemed to jolt Rachel back from her grief. Rachel stared at her daughter, her own eyes rimmed red, lips cracked and voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s real,” she rasped.

Charlotte’s sobs stopped abruptly. She stood frozen for a long moment, trying to process it all.

Finally, she forced herself to breathe, pushing down every emotion. “What happened? Tell me everything.”

Charlotte gripped her mother’s shoulders.

trembled. “It… it was Tricia.” With a haunted expression,

that

unreadable. When Rachel finished,

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Chapter 134

“Lottie,

voice was hoarse, but her eyes were cold and determined. “Proof can be found. I’ll

away and

his condition stabilized, and he was soon transferred from the

Hans, I’d never have forgiven myself,” Tricia said, tucking

Evander.

the IV drip, his expression distant, as if none of

Charlotte.” Tricia’s eyes glistened with tears as she stepped closer. “They said Charlotte married you and called me a homewrecker. Evander, is it true–you really

finally looked at her, his tone calm and

Tricia hid the flash of hatred in her eyes. That

in the way.