Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 185

But the truth was, she’d never been pregnant in the first place.

So now, not only Jonathan, but even Tricia had heard about this so-called “misunderstanding”?

Ever since her accident, Tricia had rushed over, fussing and checking on her. Clearly, she was more involved in this than she let on.

“That’s enough,” Evander said, frowning. “I’ll take her home first.”

Tricia was left speechless, watching helplessly as he lifted Charlotte into the car, leaving her behind without a second thought.

As the taillights faded into the night, Tricia clenched her fists at her sides.

Inside the car, Charlotte stared at Tricia’s shrinking silhouette in the rearview mirror. For a moment, she saw her old self in the way Tricia looked tonight.

It was almost laughable…

For all those years she’d loved Evander, he barely noticed her. Now that she’d finally decided to let go, suddenly he cared.

Evander was studying the scans the doctor had given him. “How did you fall?”

“What if I told you someone pushed me?”

He looked up, meeting her gaze.

Charlotte knew even if she told him, he wouldn’t believe her. So she let the subject drop.

After a while, he said quietly, “I’ll have someone look into it.”

Charlotte turned to the window, watching the city lights blur past. Whether he investigated or not, she’d never expected anything from him.

…

For the next three days, Charlotte was stuck at home, forced to rest and recover. Lana looked after her during the day, while Evander took over at night.

He carried her to bed, helped her up, took her to the bathroom, even helped her shower. He took care of everything himself.

Charlotte read the message with a blank face. She didn’t bother replying. She was all too familiar with Tricia’s two-faced games—sweet to her face, poison behind her back.

Tricia was desperate to secure her place, and seeing Charlotte hadn’t divorced Evander—and now believed she was pregnant—she felt threatened.

When Charlotte didn’t reply, Tricia must have lost it. She sent a barrage of nasty, mocking messages, even throwing in accusations about Charlotte and Evander sleeping together.

It was disgusting. Revolting, even.

Honestly, Charlotte was grateful for her injured arm—at least this meant Evander wouldn’t touch her during this time. Otherwise, she thought, she might have been sick.

Meanwhile, Evander had pulled the security footage from around the pool. It was clear Hans had been pushed, but unfortunately, the cameras hadn’t captured the culprit.

After falling from a window and now nearly drowning, Hans had become even more withdrawn and silent.

Tricia appeared behind Evander, her eyes red. “Evander, if I hadn’t found Hans in time, I can’t even imagine… Why does my son have to suffer like this? Was it a mistake, bringing Hans into the Howard family?”