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.

are you doing

out, her face pale and

disbelief. “Don’t be

you don’t believe me, you can ask Charlotte yourself!”

much she disliked Tricia’s dramatics, the certainty in her tone was unnerving. Could it really have been Charlotte who stabbed her

motive–this needs to be reported. Domestic violence is still assault, and this was attempted murder with a

now, and we don’t know if he’ll make it. If we call the police, maybe they can figure out what made Charlotte do

palpable. With Evander out of commission, she’d have the perfect

savoring the thought, a sharp presence

landed

around, ready to lash out, but when she met Rosemary’s steely gaze,

“I know exactly what you’re up to. Evander said not to call the police–why are you so eager to go

in place. “Grandma Rosemary,

meant at all.”

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

gripping a gold–tipped cane,

contempt.

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

to her stinging cheek, avoiding

a dismissive wave. “Charlotte is the Howard family’s daughter–in–law. If you keep making trouble as an outsider, don’t blame me for