Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 200

“All this talk–what’s the point? The man’s dead.” Adelaide’s tone was casual, almost dismissive. “If you want to blame someone, blame your father for being born a Sterling.”

Just then, Abigail Sterling pushed open the door and hurried them along. “Enough with the explanations. What’s the use? The groom’s family is already here. The bridegroom’s waiting!”

“Oh, look at me, losing track of time.” Adelaide slowly got to her feet and smoothed her skirt. “Charlotte, listen to your aunt. You’re marrying close to home so we can look after you. Sure, your husband’s a bit older, but at least he’s got a house and some land. And his father’s on the village council!”

She tugged Charlotte upright. “All you have to do is enjoy your new life. Give his family a healthy grandchild within a year or so, and you’ll have a say in everything that goes on in that household.”

Charlotte shoved past Adelaide, sending her stumbling back onto the bed with a startled yelp.

No one noticed until now that Charlotte had slipped free of her ropes. She seized a paring knife from the table, holding it out in warning.

Abigail Sterling froze in place, not daring to move a muscle or come any closer.

“Charlotte!” Adelaide cried, her voice shrill with alarm. “What are you doing? It’s your wedding day! Are you really thinking of stabbing us all?”

Charlotte let out a cold, hollow laugh. “I’ve lost my parents. What else is there to hold me here? If three of us go together, at least it won’t be so lonely.”

“Charlotte, have you lost your mind?” Abigail pleaded. “Don’t forget, you still have your little brother!”

Adelaide tried to sway her with thoughts of Hiram.

moment, then smiled faintly. “That’s nothing for you to worry about. He’ll be looked

talk this through,” Adelaide coaxed, edging forward. Charlotte brandished the blade, her voice sharp with emotion. “Try

glance, coming to a silent agreement

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They backed out of the room, closing the door behind them,

darkened. “That wretched girl–her

worry. She’s just trying to scare us,” Adelaide replied. “I’ll round up a few extra people, and if we have to drag her out to

on the outside. She hurried to the bathroom, but

didn’t have her phone. There wasn’t even a landline in the bedroom. She truly was

Still…

one last thing she could

By then, Charlotte was sitting quietly on the bed, the

woman, plump and round–faced, gave Charlotte an

delicate, so fair–skinned and beautiful–almost too lovely

I told you I wasn’t

mostly satisfied. “She’s a bit on the thin side,