Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 236

After parting ways with Charlotte, Gentry headed straight to Judd’s office.

The moment Judd saw him, he noticed Gentry’s reddened nose, with a small wad of cotton stuffed up his left nostril. Judd frowned. “What happened to you?”

Gentry plopped down into a chair, pointing at his nose. “Take a guess.”

“I’m not guessing.”

“You’re no fun!” Gentry leaned back, sighing. “Turns out Charlotte was married young. Her ex showed up today and started hassling her. I happened to walk in on it, tried to step in, and—well—took a hit for my trouble.”

Judd set his pen down and capped it. “Technically, he’s not her ex yet. They haven’t finalized the divorce.”

Gentry paused, surprised. “Wait, how do you know that?”

Judd got up and started tidying a stack of files, ignoring the question.

Gentry narrowed his eyes playfully. “Oh, I get it. You’ve been keeping tabs on Charlotte, haven’t you?”

“No,” Judd replied flatly.

Gentry shrugged at the denial. “She’s gorgeous, but I guess not everyone’s that lucky.”

Judd shot him a look. “And you are?”

Gentry was momentarily at a loss for words. “Don’t be ridiculous. She’s beautiful, sure, but not my type.”

Judd said nothing more, grabbing his laptop bag and heading for the door.

Gentry stood up. “Wait, you’re leaving already?”

“I’m moving today.”

***

Weekend.

After lunch, Charlotte and Noreen went bowling together.

Charlotte rarely played and was a bit out of practice, but Noreen, by contrast, was clearly a pro.

“You’re really good at this.”

With that, he turned and disappeared into his apartment.

Charlotte glanced down. There was hardly any dust—barely noticeable unless you were really looking.

Is that what it’s like to live with a neat freak? They notice every little thing.

She went inside, slipped off her shoes at the entry, and just as she did, her phone rang—a number she didn’t recognize.

She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”

“It’s me, ma’am.”

That voice…

Charlotte frowned. “Natalie?”

“Mr. Howard was in an accident on his way home. Could you please come over?”

For a moment, Charlotte’s mind went blank. When she managed to speak, her voice was hoarse. “He was in an accident? Shouldn’t you be calling Tricia for this?”