Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 263

“Evander!”

Charlotte grabbed his jacket, her whole body trembling. “You promised me. You said you wouldn’t do this!”

He looked down at her, voice low but unyielding. “Charlotte. I said I wouldn’t interfere as long as you listened to me.”

Her breath caught, color draining from her face.

Gently, Evander brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I can forgive anything you do to me. But if you choose another man, I won’t allow it.”

He started to walk away.

Desperate, Charlotte reached after him. “Evander, I have to go to the hospital tomorrow. You can’t treat me like this—”

He shook her hand off, coldly. “Take a sick day, quit your job if you must. I’ll give you an excuse.”

Charlotte stared at him in disbelief, frozen.

No sooner had Evander left than Natalie slipped into the room.

Charlotte’s clothes were gone—every last item, even her phone had been taken.

When the door shut and darkness swallowed the room, Charlotte didn’t cry or shout. She just slowly slid back against the headboard, her face blank as she watched the city lights glitter through the window.

…

For two days, Charlotte was “locked” in her room. She hadn’t touched any of the food Natalie and the nurse brought in.

Out in the hallway, Natalie called Evander. “Mr. Howard, she hasn’t eaten in two days. If this goes on, she’ll break.”

Evander said nothing, cigarette smoke curling around his shadowed features.

He hung up before Natalie could say another word.

The restaurant manager entered, placing a security video on the table. “Mr. Howard, this is what happened that night. Mr. Pembroke reserved the whole place to meet with her, but something happened—when she was carried out, she was unconscious.”

“The waitstaff heard a commotion in the private room. Later, Mr. Pembroke came out with some bruises. Looks like there was a struggle.”

Evander stopped listening. His mind was elsewhere.

He finished his cigarette and lit another, the silence heavy.

If things had already gone this far, he wouldn’t turn back.

“I won’t let you die,” he said quietly, wiping soup off his hand. “I’ll have the nurse put you on an IV. You can stay hooked up as long as you like—until you decide to eat.”

She let out a dry, bitter laugh, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Evander, I never knew you could be so low. I really regret it.”

Regret loving you…

His chest tightened, his heart pounding dully, as if stuffed with cotton. “Regret what?”

“Nothing.”

Charlotte rose slowly.

The blanket slipped from her shoulders—she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

With no shame, she stood before him. “Isn’t this what you want? Just my body? That’s the only thing you ever cared about, right?”

Without a word, she reached for his suit, fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed her hand, yanked her into his arms, and wrapped the blanket tightly around her from head to toe.