Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 187

“Is something wrong?”

She lowered her eyes, hesitating before speaking. “I just think it’s strange—when Hans fell into the water, no one was around. Yet somehow, Tricia was the one who happened to find him. Don’t you think that’s a little convenient? What if… what if she staged the whole thing herself?”

Evander narrowed his eyes at Genevieve. “Are you suggesting Tricia pushed Hans in, just so she could play the hero?”

“It’s hard to say…” A thought occurred to her, and she asked, “Is Charlotte pregnant?”

“Who told you that?”

“…I was just asking.” She remembered overhearing Tricia’s phone call with someone, plotting to get rid of a child. From what she’d gathered, Tricia couldn’t get into the Howard family unless that baby was gone.

And whose child could it be, if not Charlotte’s?

“Don’t overthink it. Hans is her own flesh and blood. What kind of mother would hurt her own child?”

Evander straightened his suit jacket and walked into the living room.

Seeing how little he cared, Genevieve scoffed under her breath. Fine, it’s his kid, not hers—why should she bother?

She couldn’t be less interested.

…

Tricia stormed back to the hospital, her face dark. She’d just pulled into the underground parking lot and was about to get out when a man grabbed her by the throat, dragging her into the back seat.

She struggled in panic, but when she realized who it was, she quickly calmed down. “Trying to scare me to death, Jonathan?”

Jonathan’s tone was icy. “Did I give you permission to go after Charlotte?”

She froze, then lazily slipped her fingers beneath his shirt collar. “I only wanted to make her lose the baby. It’s not like I was trying to kill her. Besides, that baby is Evander’s, not yours.”

Jonathan’s jaw tightened.

Tricia grew bolder, wrapping herself around him with practiced ease. “Mr. Pembroke, don’t be mad. We haven’t seen each other in so long… don’t you miss me?”

His hand paused as he adjusted his tie.

“Jonathan, what a coincidence,” Charlotte greeted him with a polite smile, her gaze drifting to the marks on his neck.

She recognized those marks all too well.

Was he seeing someone now?

Noticing her glance, Jonathan tugged his collar higher. “Uh… it’s not what you think. I’m not seeing anyone…”

At least, not in any real sense.

Charlotte assumed he was just embarrassed and didn’t press further.

Just then, Tricia emerged from the elevator as well.

The three locked eyes. Tricia’s gaze lingered on Charlotte’s midsection. “Back to work already, Dr. Sterling? That was quick.”