Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 205

Charlotte’s knuckles whitened as she loosened her grip on the knife, stumbling backward two steps.

She had just tried to kill them.

Had she completely lost her mind?

Tricia fumbled for her phone and started to dial 911, but Evander snatched it from her before the call could connect. His voice was faint, and blood slipped between his fingers as he pressed them to his wound. “Don’t call the police.”

“Evander, she tried to kill you!” Tricia’s voice trembled.

Evander’s face was ghostly pale, his jaw clenched with pain and defiance. “I said don’t!”

Tricia hurried to stop the bleeding, grabbing towels and calling a private ambulance instead.

Charlotte stood frozen, not moving an inch or speaking a single word–not even an apology.

When the ambulance arrived, paramedics loaded Evander onto a stretcher. Even as he drifted toward unconsciousness from blood loss, he kept insisting to the medics that his wife had only hurt him by accident and begged them not to involve the police.

Tricia, hovering at Evander’s side, looked stricken.

As soon as Miranda Sutherland heard her son had been stabbed and was being treated at their family’s hospital, she rushed straight there.

Outside the ER, Miranda looked around for Charlotte, but only found Tricia pacing anxiously.

“What are you doing here? Where’s his

out, her face pale

disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous. What are you talking

me, you can ask Charlotte yourself!” Tricia snapped back,

hesitated. However much she disliked Tricia’s dramatics, the certainty in her tone was

if Charlotte is Evander’s wife, she had the motive–this needs to be reported. Domestic violence is still assault, and this was attempted murder with

know if he’ll make it. If we call the police, maybe they can figure out what made Charlotte do this in the first

Evander out of commission, she’d have the perfect opportunity to

she was savoring the thought, a

landed across

to the side. She whirled around, ready to lash out, but when she met Rosemary’s steely gaze, her anger dissolved into wounded

so eager to go against him? Afraid that

froze in place. “Grandma Rosemary, you’ve

meant at all.”

know about Charlotte’s mother’s fall. You were there. Don’t pretend you had nothing to do with it. Can

gripping a gold–tipped

contempt.

before–a hundred times over. This kind of scheming could only

cheek, avoiding Rosemary’s stare, her face blanching. “I

looking away with a dismissive wave. “Charlotte is the Howard family’s daughter–in–law. If you keep making trouble