Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 134

Charlotte rushed straight to the hospital morgue the moment she got the terrible news. As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Rachel sitting motionless beside the cold storage unit, her face ashen. No matter how the doctors tried to comfort her, Rachel refused to move an inch.

“Dr. Sterling, she’s your family. Maybe you could talk to her?”

One of the doctors looked at Charlotte with genuine sympathy before quietly leaving her alone with her mother.

Charlotte slowly walked toward the freezer. Inside lay the body of a middle-aged man—his face so familiar, both loved and resented, that it nearly broke her composure.

She wasn’t new to death. In hospitals, people succumbed to illness, accidents, and failed resuscitations every single day. She’d seen it more times than she could count. But watching her own father lying lifeless before her was a pain she’d never truly known—an ache that felt entirely different.

Her chest tightened and she had to take great, gulping breaths just to steady herself. Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and relentless. “Mom, what happened? Tell me this isn’t real. Dad’s trying to trick me, right? He just wants to stop me from getting a divorce—this is all a setup, isn’t it?”

She looked desperately at her mother. “Please, answer me! Tell me the truth!”

Charlotte’s outburst seemed to jolt Rachel back from her grief. Rachel stared at her daughter, her own eyes rimmed red, lips cracked and voice barely more than a whisper. “It’s real,” she rasped.

Charlotte’s sobs stopped abruptly. She stood frozen for a long moment, trying to process it all.

Finally, she forced herself to breathe, pushing down every emotion. “What happened? Tell me everything.”

Rachel just stared at the floor, silent. Charlotte gripped her mother’s shoulders. “Mom! Please, what happened?”

Rachel’s voice trembled. “It… it was Tricia.” With a haunted expression, she recounted everything that had happened.

Charlotte listened, her face unreadable. When Rachel finished, Charlotte stood in silence for a long while.

Finally, she turned to leave, but Rachel caught her arm. “Lottie, don’t go. We don’t have any proof—we can’t fight her.”

Charlotte’s voice was hoarse, but her eyes were cold and determined. “Proof can be found. I’ll get it.”

“Tricia.” Evander said her name, a shadow of guilt flickering across his handsome features. “You and Hans don’t have to go.”

She hesitated. “But…”

“I’ll talk to the Sterling family. As for Hans…” He paused, turning his watch thoughtfully, then met her eyes. “I’ll arrange for him to stay with the Howards for now. He’ll be safer there.”

Tricia lowered her gaze, hiding a glint of satisfaction. “Thank you, Evander.”

After Evander left, Tricia wiped away her smile, pulled out her phone, and dialed a number. “That ambulance never made it to the scene, right?”

A cold voice replied, “No. By the time we got there, he was already gone.”

“Perfect.” Tricia walked to the window, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “Give your boss my thanks.”