Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 293

“How could it possibly be a bother? I live alone and there’s a guest room. You can stay until you find a place of your own.”

Charlotte helped load Vera’s suitcase into the trunk.

Vera didn’t ask any more questions; her nose stung a little as she looked at Charlotte and said earnestly, “Charlotte, I promise I’ll work hard and won’t let you down!”

Charlotte smiled. “Alright, hop in.”

She brought Vera back to her apartment.

Vera stepped into the entryway, trailing her luggage behind. She glanced around the spacious living room, searching for something. “Charlotte, you really live here all by yourself?”

Charlotte arched an eyebrow. “Who else would I be living with?”

Vera scratched her cheek, a little embarrassed. “Well, after you posted your marriage certificate with Mr. Howard in the work group, everyone at Capital Central Hospital found out you two were married… And I heard Mr. Howard is in Riverspire City now, so I just thought… you’d be living together…”

Charlotte had been labeled a “homewrecker” for so long that, once she posted the marriage certificate, everyone promptly shut up.

If Tricia hadn’t been suspended, Charlotte would probably have been drowned in gossip by now. She’d really dodged a bullet this time.

But because of all that, no hospital in the Capital dared to hire her anymore.

Without Mr. Howard’s protection, someone had dug up her earlier incident with the anesthetics. With that violation on her record, she’d pretty much ruined her own future.

Charlotte pressed her lips together. “We’re not living together.”

“But aren’t you two married?”

“We’re about to be divorced,” she corrected flatly.

Vera’s eyes widened in surprise, but she soon understood. Everyone had seen Mr. Howard’s “care” for Tricia at the hospital. Besides, he’d never acknowledged Charlotte as his wife. After everything Charlotte had endured, getting a divorce only made sense.

Around noon, Charlotte carried a bowl of fresh fruit slices to Judd’s door and rang the bell.

There was no answer for a long time. She was about to leave when the door finally opened.

Judd looked like he’d just woken from a nap, dressed in a crisp white robe, hair tousled, a shadow of stubble on his jaw. He still managed to look striking despite the disarray.

Charlotte froze.

Judd immediately realized he’d put his foot in his mouth. “I didn’t mean—”

“You’re right. Asking you for help is really too much. Sorry to bother you.”

She turned and closed her own front door behind her.

Judd frowned, confused by his own words. Why had he even brought up her husband?

Charlotte set the fruit bowl on the table, suddenly feeling foolish. After what happened with Jonathan, you’d think she’d have learned by now.

A little kindness from someone didn’t mean you had a true friendship.

“Charlotte?” Vera called as she came out, toweling her damp hair. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Charlotte didn’t mention the job for Vera’s sake—she didn’t want to make her feel guilty. “I’m heading back to the hospital this afternoon. Make sure you send me your resume.”