Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Two men pinned Charlotte down as Tricia pulled out a knife. “Aren’t you Professor Carstairs’s star pupil? The brilliant surgeon? Tell me, if I ruin your right hand, do you think you’ll ever hold a scalpel again?”

Charlotte glared at her, eyes burning red, but she didn’t make a sound.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Tricia’s face-she knew that with a single

stroke, there’d be no turning back.

But she loathed Charlotte’s unbreakable pride. Charlotte deserved to be trampled beneath her feet, to spend her life looking up in awe and envy.

With a vicious swing, Tricia plunged the knife down. The moment the blade pierced Charlotte’s hand, a searing pain shot through her, forcing a strangled cry from her lips. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her face drained of all color. Still, she refused to beg for mercy.

Even the two hardened men holding her recoiled, beads of cold sweat breaking out as they witnessed the brutality.

Tricia’s smile grew ever more twisted. Watching Charlotte reduced to agony finally satisfied the bitter hatred she’d nursed for so long.

it felt as though every drop of blood was draining from her body. She collapsed to the floor, her right

The day your mother fell from that balcony-it really was

death. But to hear her recount it so coldly, so carelessly, sent a fresh shudder of hatred through her. She wanted

never meant to kill her,” Tricia went on, voice dripping with mock innocence. “But she

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years ago? That was thanks to Mr.

that stunned her-it was the single, unmistakable red birthmark on Tricia’s wrist, half-hidden beneath her watch strap. Rachel had once said her daughter bore a mark just like that, small

triumph. As she turned to leave,

bitter, broken

out, locking the door behind her with the men. Mrs. Carstairs had said this old winery was always deserted, and there were no security cameras.

her men stepped outside, they stopped dead in

pick up a phone from the

She flinched. “Ev-Evander?”

leapt to block his way. “Evander, there’s nothing inside! Don’t-” “Out of my way!” Evander shoved her aside and kicked the

he saw Charlotte crumpled on the floor, her hand mangled and blood pooling beneath her, his chest tightened with dread. He rushed to her side, gathering her in his arms.