Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 240

The Capital

After being forced out of Tranquility Manor, Tricia had no choice but to squeeze herself into an old, rundown apartment complex. To make matters worse, even Jonathan’s number was unreachable at this critical moment.

Evander knew everything that had happened to her, yet didn’t go out of his way to help. It was proof that being his “savior” still counted for something.

She had, after all, known Evander for ten years.

He wasn’t as cold and heartless as everyone believed.

Still, watching her life unravel like this—her son recovering in the lap of luxury while she could barely keep the lights on—left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Now she couldn’t even see Hans. If he opened his mouth and accused her of being the source of his injuries, she could lose custody altogether.

Gnawing at her thumbnail, Tricia wondered: Was she really supposed to crawl back to that lunatic?

No. There had to be another way.

Just then, her phone rang. Annoyed, she didn’t even check the caller ID before answering. “What is it?”

“Is this Miss Tricia Winthrop?”

“Who’s calling?”

“Hello, I’m Mr. Aldridge’s assistant. Do you remember the article you submitted a while back?”

Tricia’s expression changed instantly, her tone softening. “Of course. Is there something you need?”

“I understand that article was anonymously published by you ten years ago. Mr. Aldridge was very impressed. He’d like to know if you’re interested in joining the nanomedicine research project.”

For a moment, Tricia was stunned. Then a smile flickered across her lips. “Absolutely. I’d be honored.”

After hanging up, she clutched her phone, hope flickering in her eyes.

She knew it: when one door closes, another opens.

Instead of wasting her time chasing after men, it was far better to win Mr. Aldridge’s trust and seize this opportunity.

If she could gain recognition, success, and maybe even carve out an international reputation…

Would Evander still choose Charlotte then?

But if not Wesley… then who?

A suspicion crept into Charlotte’s mind, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on her phone.

***

The next day, Charlotte took the morning off and caught a cab to Summitview Wellness Retreat.

She’d braced herself for the possibility of seeing him, but even so, when she stepped into the suite and saw him sitting on the sofa leafing through a magazine, her heart still skipped a beat.

Evander seemed to have known she’d come. He closed the magazine, a faint smile in his eyes. “Have you had breakfast?”

“So your disappearance was just an act,” she shot back.

He stood up and walked toward her. “Are you saying you were worried about me?”

She ignored the question. “What’s your angle here, Evander? Breaking your promise? Trying to use Hiram to threaten me?”

Her response didn’t surprise him. He chuckled softly. “You’re free to visit him anytime. I won’t stop you.”