Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 125

A flicker of regret passed through Rosemary’s eyes, but she understood that love could never be forced. After all, a six-year marriage exchanged for a life-saving favor was still no match for “you can’t sweeten an unripe fruit.”

Once Charlotte and the old lady disappeared down the corridor, Genevieve finally stepped out from behind the wall, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched them go.

Divorce?

She hadn’t misheard, had she? Was Charlotte—Charlotte, the eternal doormat—actually divorcing her brother?

No wonder these days, no matter how much she taunted Charlotte, the woman just brushed her off without a care in the world.

No, she had to get to the bottom of this.

Genevieve hurried back to the living room, got directions from a housekeeper, and rushed out to the lawn to find Evander.

He had changed into casual clothes and was playing golf on the emerald-green course. With practiced precision, he studied each fairway, gauged the obstacles, and delivered his shots with effortless control.

Two strokes, and the ball dropped neatly into the hole.

A staff member handed him a bottle of water. He twisted the cap off just as Genevieve came running toward him.

“Evander!”

He took a sip, handed the bottle back, and glanced at her. “What is it?”

“Is it true Charlotte wants a divorce?”

The housekeeper beside them sucked in a sharp breath. No one dared make a sound; whatever they heard, they pretended they hadn’t.

Evander’s attention stayed on the golf ball. “What nonsense are you spouting now?”

“I heard her talking with Grandma!” Genevieve blocked his path, refusing to let it go. “She actually has the nerve to ask you for a divorce! If anyone should be leaving, it should be you! Who does she think she is? That pathetic little—”

“Genevieve.” He finally looked up, his normally cool eyes tinged with anger. “Jensen sent you abroad to study, and this is all the respect you learned?”

Genevieve froze, tears springing to her eyes. “You never said that when I talked about her before…”

Tricia had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, her skin flushed and marked with fading traces of red. On the bed, a man sat with his back to her, buttoning up his shirt.

Seeing Genevieve’s name flash on her phone, Tricia’s expression shifted. She turned away from the man, answering the call in a slightly forced, but gentle tone. “Genevieve?”

“Tricia! Listen, I swear Charlotte has cast some spell on my brother!”

Tricia paused, glancing at the man on the bed before forcing a smile and keeping her voice steady. “What makes you say that…?”

“Charlotte told my brother she wanted a divorce. She actually wants to leave him! But when I asked him about it, he didn’t look like he wanted her to go at all… He even got mad at me for calling her a doormat to his face.” Genevieve’s voice trembled with indignation.

Tricia’s grip on her phone tightened, snapping one of her freshly done nails. Ever since she’d learned Charlotte was living with him, she knew Charlotte was her biggest obstacle.

She’d always thought Charlotte was the one clinging shamelessly to him.

But now, she realized she’d been wrong.