Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 205

Charlotte’s knuckles whitened as she loosened her grip on the knife, stumbling backward two steps.

She had just tried to kill them.

Had she completely lost her mind?

Tricia fumbled for her phone and started to dial 911, but Evander snatched it from her before the call could connect. His voice was faint, and blood slipped between his fingers as he pressed them to his wound. “Don’t call the police.”

“Evander, she tried to kill you!” Tricia’s voice trembled.

Evander’s face was ghostly pale, his jaw clenched with pain and defiance. “I said don’t!”

Tricia hurried to stop the bleeding, grabbing towels and calling a private ambulance instead.

Charlotte stood frozen, not moving an inch or speaking a single word—not even an apology.

When the ambulance arrived, paramedics loaded Evander onto a stretcher. Even as he drifted toward unconsciousness from blood loss, he kept insisting to the medics that his wife had only hurt him by accident and begged them not to involve the police.

Tricia, hovering at Evander’s side, looked stricken.

As soon as Miranda Sutherland heard her son had been stabbed and was being treated at their family’s hospital, she rushed straight there.

Outside the ER, Miranda looked around for Charlotte, but only found Tricia pacing anxiously.

She frowned. “What are you doing here? Where’s his wife?”

“Mrs. Howard, Charlotte tried to kill Evander!” Tricia burst out, her face pale and her voice shrill, exaggerating every detail in her retelling.

Miranda’s eyes narrowed with disbelief. “Don’t be ridiculous. What are you talking about?”

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask Charlotte yourself!” Tricia snapped back, almost desperate.

Miranda hesitated. However much she disliked Tricia’s dramatics, the certainty in her tone was unnerving. Could it really have been Charlotte who stabbed her son?

“Ma’am, even if Charlotte is Evander’s wife, she had the motive—this needs to be reported. Domestic violence is still assault, and this was attempted murder with a knife!”

“Evander’s in surgery right now, and we don’t know if he’ll make it. If we call the police, maybe they can figure out what made Charlotte do this in the first place.”

Tricia’s shoulders trembled. She bit her lip and turned to leave, swallowing her humiliation.

After a blood transfusion and emergency surgery, Evander’s condition stabilized, and he was moved to a private room.

It was nearly dusk when he awoke.

He scanned the room. The entire Howard family was gathered around his bed—everyone except Charlotte.

“Evander, how are you feeling?” Jacques Howard’s worry was etched deeply on his face. He’d flown back at a moment’s notice as soon as he heard about his son’s injury.

Evander slowly sat up. “I’m fine.”

“Evander, what happened with Charlotte?” Miranda started, but Rosemary cut her off.

“Her mother’s fall—did it have anything to do with Tricia?” the old woman demanded, her tone brooking no argument.

A shadow flickered across Evander’s handsome face. He hesitated, then replied, “It was an accident.”