Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 204

When Charlotte heard Tricia’s words, it was as if her blood turned to ice. Only then, seeing the smug triumph on Tricia’s face, did she finally realize: it was Tricia. Tricia was behind her mother’s fall.

No wonder Evander hadn’t let her go to the police station. No wonder he’d never told her the real reason her mother fell.

It was all because of Tricia.

Charlotte’s hands clenched so tightly her knuckles whitened, her eyes burning with sudden, furious tears.

Tricia stepped closer, stopping right in front of her. “Honestly, I never meant for her to die,” she said, almost lazily. “But she overheard something she shouldn’t have. Bad luck, really–she brought it on herself.”

Charlotte’s whole body trembled, rage building until it felt like she might explode. “Why?” she choked out. “Why would you do something like this?”

“I already told you–it was just an accident.” Tricia’s face was blank, unrepentant. “She was just unlucky.”

“My mother, my brother, my father–were those all ‘accidents‘ too?” Charlotte seized her wrist, her grip desperate. “Just because Evander indulges you, protects you, you think you can do whatever you want? You really believe he’ll always be there to shield you?”

Tricia wrenched free, her expression turning haughty. “So what if he won’t always be there? As long as it’s about me, he’ll never just stand by and watch. This time’s no different.”

“You kept saying you’d leave him, but did you? I knew it–you couldn’t bear to give up being Mrs. Howard.” She sneered. “If you insist on fighting me, why should I show you any mercy?”

the color drained from

after them–my family!” she

with cruelty. “Well, they’re the ones you care about, aren’t they? I can’t touch you, but I can hurt them. You forced my hand, Charlotte. You

scattered. Was it all because

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noticed his injured leg and Tricia was afraid her secret

made her laugh, bitter and cold. “If Evander ever

but she quickly recovered, lips curling into a smug smile. “He loves me so much, Charlotte. Even if he found

and mocking. “But you? Your mother and father are gone. Your brother’s a vegetable–who knows how much longer he’ll survive?” She clicked her tongue, laying a mock–comforting hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. “I heard you’d just started to

too,” she whispered, “I bet you’d finally

her over the edge–drive her insane. The

Charlotte just stared back,

was what it meant to be truly angry. Not screaming, not breaking down–just a cold,

around at the sound, and

of her, a frown creasing his brow. Then he saw Charlotte–her face drained of life, eyes

hit him hard. His expression darkened. “What are

F £

time sensing real anger in his voice. She gripped her hands together, her tone careful and