Cold husband burning regret

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“Hiram…” Charlotte hadn’t expected him to react so strongly. She reached out, wanting to comfort him, but before she could, he pleaded, “Sis, let him go, please. I don’t want to see him.”

Worried Hiram would be further upset, Charlotte got up and walked toward Evander. “You should leave for now.”

Evander didn’t budge; he just looked at Hiram and said quietly, “I know you resent me. I can’t deny my share of responsibility for what happened with Tricia, but I promise you–I won’t let her get away with it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Hiram turned away, his face a wall of pain. Some wounds just don’t heal.

Charlotte said nothing more. She took Evander by the arm and led him out into the hallway. “He doesn’t want to see you. Please stop coming back–he can’t handle any more stress.”

Evander’s voice was hoarse. “You and your brother–always saying the same thing.”

He remembered: she’d once told him she didn’t trust him, either.

Charlotte didn’t ask what he meant, nor did she care to find out. She looked away. “You should go home.”

“I’ll go if you answer the question I asked in the elevator,” Evander pressed, stepping closer. “Why did you lie to me?”

Charlotte tensed, silent.

“You could’ve told me from the start–that the gift was for him.”

“If I’d told you right away, would you have let me give it?” She didn’t bother hiding anymore, now that her secret was out. “Do I need your approval every time I want to give someone a present?”

chest heaved. “But you shouldn’t have lied to

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but I can’t lie to you?” Charlotte stared back at him, her eyes blazing. “Evander, the night Tricia came back, you told me you

He froze, jaw tight.

Tricia had first returned, he hadn’t been at the office. Charlotte had messaged him, and he

misunderstand, but…

“It’s not the same-”

any different? At the end of the

him speechless,

“I never said I forgave you for the past, so stop trying to make demands like you

you once locked me up–you forced me. And look how that ended. Now, I have my father, my brother. I’m not going

past him and

stood rooted to the

sow–he’d brought all this upon

had warned him, someday he’d

words came back, sharp as a knife, and

phone

composed himself and answered. “Mr. Howard,” she said, “I’ve found Miss Winthrop’s adoptive father. And I’ve uncovered some leads on the person

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