Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 201

Everyone in the village knew about their family’s dim–witted, unmarried son… No matter how wealthy they were, not a single woman was willing to marry a man like him–a man well into middle age and not right in the head.

So when they brought home a girl so young and stunning, it was impossible not to raise suspicions. Was she some poor soul they’d lured in, someone to pity?

After all, this wasn’t the first time.

Naturally, the aunt sensed the villagers‘ stares and muttered gossip. She smiled and announced, “This is my niece, Charlotte Sterling–Xavier’s daughter.”

“Xavier’s daughter?” An elderly woman eyed Charlotte, then gave Abigail Sterling a meaningful look. “You really are willing to let her go, aren’t you?”

Abigail snorted. “Girls grow up and get married. What’s there to be unwilling about?”

The old woman could only sigh, powerless to change anything.

“Wife! My wife!” A man in a groom’s suit was being helped over. He was in his forties, his face twisted from childhood polio. His words came out thick and slurred, and his mind was stuck at the level of an eight–year–old child.

The aunt hurried to greet him. “Elmo, this is your bride now. You must be good to her, you hear?”

“I’ll be good! I’ll be good to my wife!” Elmo grinned, drool slipping down his chin, and when he looked at Charlotte, a shy flush crept onto his face. “Pretty.”

Charlotte stood perfectly still, her face a mask of cold indifference. She heard nothing–none of the whispers, none of the laughter. Her mind was a thousand miles away from this grim little gathering.

She waited. Watched. Then, finally, she saw her chance.

to bring Elmo

toppled to the ground and burst into

parents rushed to him in a

jabbed a finger at Charlotte’s face, shouting, “Are you out of your mind, you ungrateful

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Chapter 201

eye turned to Elmo’s wailing, Charlotte shoved past the crowd and made a break

the aunt shrieked,

as she ran, grabbed up her skirts, and sprinted barefoot

back. To her horror, they were already

a passing vehicle at the edge of the village,

boiling over. She marched straight up to Charlotte

crumpled to

you? Let me tell you, even if you don’t want to get married today, you’re

for the others to drag Charlotte

refused to budge, kicking and struggling with

their peak, a convoy of sleek black cars pulled up and parked

turned to stare. The scene was

She raised a parasol to shield herself from the sun, then opened the car door for Evander

unfolded himself from the car, all long legs and effortless confidence. He wore a tailored charcoal suit, the jacket buttoned neatly, a blue diamond