Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 211

“But once I’m gone, Tricia will be right by his side. No one will stand in their way anymore. For her sake, he’ll sign the papers. It’s only a matter of time.”

“When you get there, let me know,” her friend said softly.

Charlotte’s eyes curved with a crescent smile. “I will.”

“Going somewhere?”

Evander sat in his wheelchair, arms resting on the chair’s sides, fingers tightly interlaced. A bodyguard pushed him forward at a slow, measured pace.

Charlotte’s smile froze for a heartbeat, panic flickering in her eyes.

Wesley glanced at Evander. “So the rumors are true—Mr. Howard’s recovering in the hospital.”

Evander offered a cool nod. “Appreciate your concern, Mr. Rayburn. You really are living up to the reputation of the Howard family’s future son-in-law.”

Wesley’s smile faded. “I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.”

“Having second thoughts, Mr. Rayburn?”

Wesley’s voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. “I didn’t refuse you in front of everyone as a gesture of courtesy. After all, if this blows up, it’s the Howard family that will come out looking bad. You wouldn’t really force me to marry your cousin, would you?”

Evander shifted in his chair, propping his head on one hand, his gaze drifting past Wesley to Charlotte, who stood quietly behind him. “I just hope your grandfather doesn’t take it too seriously.”

Wesley’s expression turned cold.

“Charlotte,” Evander called, his tone brooking no argument. “Come here.”

For the third straight day, Charlotte had been at the hospital. But she hadn’t once come to see him, hadn’t even set foot in his room.

She pressed her lips together, hesitated, but finally walked over.

“Take me back to my room,” he said.

The bodyguard silently stepped aside.

Charlotte shot Wesley a brief look before pushing Evander away down the hall.

Back in his penthouse suite, she wheeled him in and let go of the handles. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving.”

Evander felt a sudden tightness in his chest. His voice came out low and hoarse. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean? Are you blaming me for not being a good enough wife? Because in these six years, I’ve never once let your family down.”

“Charlotte.” He gripped her shoulders, desperate. “Let’s not talk about the past. Let’s start over. We can make this work. Everything can begin again.”

For a second, Charlotte felt dizzy, as if the world tilted. This was what she’d always longed to hear. But now, it was far too late. She didn’t want a new beginning—she didn’t want to try anymore. Some days, she wished she’d never met him at all.

Otherwise, how could her marriage have ended up so bitter, so hard?

But she could blame no one but herself. She’d made this choice. Now she had to live with it.

Evander gently brushed away a tear from the corner of her reddened eye. That tiny beauty mark, glistening with her tears, had somehow carved itself into his heart.

A knock sounded at the door.

Charlotte slipped away from him, moving to the side.

Evander opened the door, scarcely prepared before Tricia threw herself into his arms, sobbing. “Evander, Grandma Rosemary fired me. The hospital’s transferring me, but I don’t want to go!”