Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 161

At noon, Ilse accompanied her daughter Genevieve to Vandermere Private Hospital to visit Wesley. The hospital belonged to the Howard family, and nearly everyone who worked there recognized Genevieve as Miss Howard.

“Mrs. Jensen, Miss Genevieve,” the front desk nurse greeted them warmly. “We don’t usually see you two here. Is everything all right?”

Genevieve lifted her chin with a practiced air of superiority. “My mother and I are here to visit Mr. Rayburn and Mrs. Rayburn.”

The nurse’s smile grew a little strained. “Ah, Miss Genevieve, I’m afraid Mr. and Mrs. Rayburn just stepped out.”

“What?” Genevieve’s expression soured as she turned to Ilse. “Mom, how could he do this? I told Wesley I’d be coming to see him. Is he avoiding me on purpose?”

She’d set her sights on Wesley the first time they met.

No one else would do—she’d decided she would marry him.

Her father happened to be interested in an alliance with the Rayburns as well. Though the Rayburn family hadn’t given them a definite answer, Genevieve was certain: No one but her was worthy of Wesley.

Ilse frowned. “Honestly, darling, you’re the Howard heiress. Can’t you at least try to rein it in a little?”

She knew her daughter better than anyone—after all, she’d raised her. This kind of temper was more than most men could handle, let alone someone with Wesley Rayburn’s pedigree.

Genevieve dismissed her mother’s concern with a toss of her hair. “I am the Howard heiress! Who else could possibly be a match for him?”

She’d been born into privilege, silver spoon in hand, envied by all. She’d never had to want for anything—why should she start now?

Ilse shook her head and turned back to the nurse with a polite smile. “Did Mr. and Mrs. Rayburn say where they were going?”

The nurse shook her head, then hesitated as if she remembered something. “Actually, it wasn’t just Mr. and Mrs. Rayburn. There was another woman with them. I heard Mr. Rayburn’s assistant address her as Miss Sterling.”

Ilse hadn’t responded yet, but Genevieve’s face darkened instantly.

Miss Sterling?

Charlotte laughed softly. “Your mom is lucky to have a son like you.”

He grinned. “What can I say? If I ever let her down, my dad would never let me hear the end of it.”

Charlotte was about to reply when a shrill voice rang out behind them. “Mr. Rayburn, how could you be here with another woman—”

Charlotte turned, and Genevieve froze in shock. “Why is it you?”

“Why shouldn’t it be?” Charlotte replied calmly.

Genevieve’s fists clenched, her expression thunderous.

How could Charlotte be the woman with Wesley? Tricia had been right all along—this woman was two-timing her brother behind his back!

“So that’s how it is. You were just with Mr. Pembroke, now you’re tangled up with Mr. Rayburn? Charlotte, you really are shameless! Is stealing other women’s men your favorite hobby?”