Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 248

The people nearby looked distinctly uncomfortable.

If these words had been spoken in private, they would have set the rumor mill on fire–after all, who among the upper crust didn’t have skeletons in their closet? Affairs, secret children, mistresses tucked away in expensive apartments–it was practically part of the job description for the wives of high society. No one even batted an eye anymore.

But no one ever aired this kind of dirty laundry in public. Even when their own husbands strayed, these women turned a blind eye for the sake of their family’s reputation.

That’s why Mrs. Howard’s bluntness was so shocking. She’d ripped the bandage off in front of everyone, and it was obvious she’d done it to humiliate Mr. Howard.

The Howards were not people anyone here could afford to offend, but no one dared say anything.

Only Chairman Lennox stepped in to break the tension, chuckling, “Mrs. Howard’s got quite the sense of humor. Just teasing, aren’t you?”

Everyone knew it was no joke, but they played along, waiting until the crowd dispersed. When the room had thinned, Evander set down his glass, strode over, and stopped in front of Charlotte. “You knew exactly what Hans is dealing with. Why would you say that?”

“I only told the truth,” Charlotte replied, arms folded across her chest. “Your family wants an heir so badly. Why not just acknowledge Hans as your son?”

“If you pity him, if you feel sorry for him, you could simply make it official. After all, the boy used to call you Dad.”

His chest rose and fell sharply, though his voice stayed even. “I never thought you’d misunderstand my relationship with him.”

Charlotte smiled faintly, her eyes holding his. “None of that matters now.” The smile faded; she glanced around the room. “This party’s a bore. I’m leaving.”

She brushed past Evander and was just about to go when he suddenly caught her

arm.

“I’ll drive you home.”

Charlotte didn’t reply.

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murmured a few words to Chairman Lennox, excused himself, and left early with Charlotte trailing after him, half–lost

his temper. Wasn’t that always what happened whenever Tricia and her son were

didn’t notice Evander stop ahead of her,

gaze dark. “I know you

still in a coma because of her. You always say you want to make it up to me, but if you really meant it, you’d do everything in your power to make Tricia pay–not waste

his lips

was thinking. He couldn’t bring

loved for ten years. How could

not it,” he cut in, his expression

“Then what is it?”

searching. “Just

unconvinced, and turned away,

his jaw tightening,

bleaker.

early. Passing through the kitchen, she found Evander setting breakfast on the table. “Eat something first,” he