Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 196

The nurse was rattled by Rachel’s state, terrified someone else might hear and come running. She hurried over, grabbed Rachel’s arm, and pleaded, “Mrs. Sterling, please calm down! Let’s step outside and talk about this, okay?”

Tricia, panicked, seemed to remember something. She quickly turned and bolted out of the room.

Rachel shoved the nurse aside and ran after her. “Tricia! Stop right there!”

Tricia reached the stairwell, but her heels slowed her down. Rachel caught up easily, grabbing her by the arm. “Tricia! Tell me right now–did you do this to my son? Was it you?”

Rachel’s grip was bruising, forcing Tricia back against the corridor railing. Behind her, the dizzying drop of a dozen stories made the cars below look like toy models. Rachel had lost all composure. Her hands flew to Tricia’s throat. “You killed them! You killed them! It was you!”

The nurse lunged from behind, prying Rachel off. Tricia gasped for air, but instead of fear, a smug little smile curled at her lips. “So what if I did? Your son, your husband–let’s say I hurt them. But your precious son–in–law still chose to believe me over you, didn’t he?”

Rachel froze, her world crumbling.

Tricia leaned forward, lips almost at Rachel’s ear, savoring every word. “Isn’t it a shame? Not just Evander–even Mr. Pembroke is on my side. Looks like it’s just you and your daughter left. How pathetic.”

“You-” Rage burned in Rachel’s eyes, but she knew how powerless she truly was. Still, she had nothing left to lose. “Fine! If you want a fight, you’ll get one!”

With a wild cry, Rachel lunged at Tricia.

Startled, Tricia and the nurse struggled with her. In the chaos, Rachel was shoved toward the edge. She teetered, lost her balance, and suddenly toppled over the railing.

panic overtaking her composure. “Help!

with a cold certainty, that she wasn’t

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Chapter 196

red birthmark peeking out from beneath Tricia’s watch strap. In the sunlight, it glimmered a

was transported back to the day her daughter was born. She remembered sitting on the old bed, cradling her baby, while the neighbors gossiped outside–whispering that the red mark on the

her daughter. The daughter she’d lost for more than

Rachel’s eyes welled with tears, a storm of emotion and regret crashing

So bitter. So tragic.

felt her grip slipping, her heart pounding with indecision. Why was she even trying to save Rachel?

now, she hesitated. Did she really want to rescue Charlotte’s

she let Rachel live, it

Better to-

help, drawing people from every

at Tricia and, with

Tricia let go.

nurse couldn’t hold on. Rachel slipped from

grasp.

scream echoed down the atrium as