Cold husband burning regret

The next morning, as soon as Charlotte stepped outside, she ran straight into Evander. She pretended nothing had happened the night before–just acted like she’d really been too drunk to remember.

“Vera said you brought me home last night. Thanks,” she said, and started toward the elevator.

He stepped in front of her, blocking her path, his eyes narrowing. “That’s

it?”

She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You really don’t remember the nonsense you said last night?”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, a frown knitting her brow. “It was drunken rambling, Mr. Howard. Why take it so seriously?”

Evander just stared at her in silence.

“The elevator’s here. Move,” she said, brushing past him to step inside.

The metal doors slid shut between them, their gazes lingering until the last moment before they each disappeared from view.

Evander stood there for a moment, unmoving, until his phone rang. It was Natalie.

“Mr. Howard, we’ve identified those two people. They’re not with Miss Winthrop or the Pembrokes. One of them is the owner of a beauty spa named Zoe.”

He frowned. “Donovan?”

related to Loretta Donovan’s family, but she’s well–connected in Riverspire’s social

silent for a moment. “Keep

private testing lab, a

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as Julian climbed in, he handed over the envelope. “I paid extra to get the

the file. The second he saw the 99% match, he

reached for the report, scanning it himself–then looked up in surprise. “She really is… Miss? I’ll call the

said nothing, letting Julian make the call. Even with the result in front of him,

call from Wesley, asking her to meet

arrived, Wesley was already waiting alone–Julian was nowhere in

over, smiling. “Wesley, what brings you here? Aren’t you supposed to be out searching

her,” he

seemed distracted, hardly the picture of joy she’d

my real sister. But

do you say

“It’s just a

poured him a glass of water. “Maybe it’s

but there was no humor in it.

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name?”