Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 213

She clung desperately to the hem of his coat, sobbing so hard she could barely get the words out. “It wasn’t me! I swear, I didn’t do any of it! I’ll admit to what I did, Evander, but this—this wasn’t me.”

Evander closed his eyes, a deep weariness settling over him. After a moment, he called for his security detail.

The bodyguards entered the hospital room, swiftly pulling Tricia up from the floor.

“You won’t be working at Capital Central Hospital anymore,” Evander said coldly. “You’ll transfer to the affiliate clinic.”

Tricia froze in disbelief.

His gaze barely flickered over her. “Don’t contact me again. As for Hans—after she recovers, I’ll have someone bring him to you.”

With that, he nodded for the guards to take her away.

Tricia left the hospital shattered, wandering back to her car in a daze. She could hardly believe those words had come from Evander. He was colder than she’d ever imagined.

Was this really how she lost to Charlotte?

No. She refused to accept it.

She had to find a way to turn things around.

…

Two days later, Evander was unexpectedly discharged.

He returned to Tranquility Manor, and the moment he stepped inside, he spotted Charlotte’s shoes and her purse on the entryway shelf. Only then did he allow himself a faint sigh of relief.

Crossing through to the bar, he suddenly stopped short, his eyes falling on the calendar. Several dates in the coming week were circled in bold ink. He frowned, trying to recall if there was any significance—none came to mind. They certainly weren’t important anniversaries.

Upstairs, Charlotte answered a call and stepped out of the bedroom. “You’re downstairs? Okay, I’ll be right down—”

She froze as soon as she looked up and locked eyes with Evander. Her heart gave a hard, startled thump.

Evander’s gaze lingered on her for a moment before he looked away.

She muttered a few words into her phone, then hung up, suddenly self-conscious. “You’re home already?”

“Were you hoping I’d stay longer at the hospital?” he asked, coolly.

“No,” she replied quickly.

“So, where are you headed?” Evander’s eyes were sharp, as if he could see right through her.

She hurried out the door, leaving Evander in good spirits as he watched her go.

Charlotte ended up selling her BMW for well below its value. After the deal was done—money transferred, keys and papers handed over—she glanced at her bank account and saw the extra five million sitting there. She couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

If this wasn’t a windfall, what was?

Elsewhere, Genevieve Howard had been making herself sick over what happened with Wesley. She’d lost weight, and her nerves were frayed.

When Tricia called, Genevieve didn’t want to answer, but she was desperate for someone to talk to. In the end, she agreed to meet Tricia at a spa for a bit of water therapy.

As usual, Genevieve poured out her grievances, especially about how close Charlotte seemed to be with Wesley. The mention alone soured her mood.

Tricia knew Genevieve better than anyone. She leaned in, voice low and persuasive. “If Charlotte divorces your brother, and you pressure her to leave the city, she won’t be able to get between you and Mr. Rayburn anymore.”

Evander was done with her—she knew that now. He probably wouldn’t even bother to see her again. But she still had Genevieve.

“Charlotte would never divorce my brother,” Genevieve replied, exasperated. “She came here specifically to marry him!”

“Specifically?” Tricia echoed, caught off guard.

“That’s what my mom said. Grandma only agreed to Charlotte because she once saved my brother’s life. I don’t know if it’s true, but my brother almost got killed during a kidnapping when we were kids. That part’s definitely real.”