Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 212

Her sudden embrace caught Evander completely off guard. For a moment, he didn’t push her away. At that instant, Tricia finally noticed there was someone else in the hospital room.

Charlotte stood there, expressionless, watching the scene unfold. She offered a faint, detached smile. “Looks like I should give you two the room.”

Before Tricia could say a word, Evander pulled her out of his arms and walked toward Charlotte. “Go home. I’ll be there soon.”

Charlotte didn’t reply. She simply turned and walked out.

Tricia bit her lip, slipping in front of Evander to block his path, desperate to catch his eye. “Evander, I really don’t want to be transferred out of the hospital… Could you please talk to your grandmother for me?”

She reached for his hand, but as soon as she touched him, Evander abruptly shook

her off.

Tricia froze, stunned.

She looked up into his cold, piercing eyes, and her body trembled. “Evander?”

“When did it start between you and Jonathan?” His gaze was sharp, full of restraint–and disappointment.

A chill ran down Tricia’s spine. Panic took over. “Evander, what are you talking about? There’s nothing between me and Mr. Pembroke, I-”

“The surveillance at The Blossom Hotel,” he cut her off.

all the color drained from her face. She had

cabinet, Evander lit a cigarette and stared at her, his tone even and detached. “I only found out after I had Natalie hack into the hotel’s security footage. Turns out

stumbled,

clutched at his pant leg. “Evander, it’s not what you

me!”

wanted revenge–he’s been forcing me to

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Chapter 212

I didn’t agree, he’d go after Hans, even if Hans is part of the

still lying to me.” Evander let out a short, bitter laugh. The shadows on his face cleared as he locked eyes with her. “Jonathan already figured out my connection with Charlotte. If he was going to use anyone, it

her.”

her chin tightly. “When

project through you to Charlotte, it was

switched the room number on your own, played

went rigid, her breath caught

her and stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. He walked

old love–a love that had once. driven him to do everything just to marry her.

Tricia disappeared for six years. Not a word, not even a proper

and alone with a child, she told him she’d

have

with guilt and pity. He hated himself for not fighting back sooner, for not refusing when his grandmother forced him to marry someone else. Now everything was