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?”

to stop; the color drained

went after them–my family!”

aren’t they? I can’t touch you, but I can hurt them. You forced my hand,

scattered. Was it all because

Chapter 204

Tricia was afraid her secret would

cold. “If Evander ever

quickly recovered, lips curling into a smug smile. “He

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

your brother dies too,” she whispered, “I bet

push her over the edge–drive her insane. The Howards would never want

stared back, face

what it meant to be truly angry. Not

spun around at the

his brow. Then he saw Charlotte–her

at Tricia, realization hit him

F £

gripped her hands together, her tone careful