Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 331

Charlotte stared out the window for a long time, making no move to get out of the car. The man beside her turned and asked, “You’re not going in to take a look?”

She pulled her gaze back. “No need. This isn’t my home anymore.”

“It’s still the place you grew up.”

She gave a faint, almost dismissive smile. “Everyone’s gone. It’s just an empty house now. There’s nothing left for me to miss.”

Evander watched her for a while before speaking again. “And Hiram? Your little brother–don’t you miss him either?“–

Charlotte hesitated, the words catching in her throat. Then she snapped, impatient, “You were talking about the house!”

He smiled, brushing his fingers lightly through the ends of her hair. “Once Hiram gets better and comes back to the city, your foster father’s house will go back to its rightful owner. You won’t have to worry about any of those Sterling relatives trying to snatch it away again.”

She froze for a moment, turning to look at him. “What did you do to them?”

He only smiled, leaving the question unanswered.

Natalie spoke up for him. “Adelaide’s business with Alistair went under. Alistair racked up loan shark debts from gambling, and now Adelaide’s divorcing him. Their whole family is in chaos–trust me, they don’t have the bandwidth to go after anyone else right now.”

Charlotte lowered her eyes, pressing her lips together before speaking softly, “Do you remember when my father borrowed two hundred thousand from you?”

She was asking Evander directly.

His hand, which had been absentmindedly turning his wedding ring,

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His voice was hoarse. “I

out, so he came to my father for help. He needed two hundred thousand, just like that. I didn’t know at

turned to stone, and

because of that money, wasn’t it?” Charlotte’s voice was calm, almost detached. “That’s when you decided I was just another

“Enough.”

was ragged. The shadows inside the car threw his features

old accusations and wounds, brought up again, felt like scars being torn open–salt in the wound, bitter medicine

throat.

and fell. “Which hotel are

back.”

said. No drama, no

out, Evander caught her wrist, his voice low and rough. “Charlotte, the

hand

against the door

even sure

rang. Wesley’s name flashed on the

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voice was anxious. “Lottie, Julian told me