Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 327

Over the weekend, Charlotte landed in The Capital on a morning flight and checked into her hotel.

She sent Vera a quick message: “I’m back in The Capital for a bit. Don’t wait up for me tonight.”

As Charlotte stepped into her room and slid her key card into the slot, the curtains drew back automatically, flooding the once-dim space with daylight.

The Capital…

She honestly hadn’t thought she’d ever return.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a new message.

Wesley: Did you make it to The Capital?

Charlotte: I’m here now.

Wesley: Get some rest. I’ll have someone pick you up this afternoon.

She replied with a simple, “Okay.”

Lifting her gaze, Charlotte stared at the cluster of skyscrapers outside her window. If she was back in The Capital, she might as well take care of that unfinished business, too.

That afternoon, Wesley’s driver arrived at the hotel. To her surprise, it was Julian waiting by the car.

He greeted her with a warm nod. “Miss Sterling, fancy seeing you again.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Charlotte replied, sliding into the back seat.

As they drove, Julian mentioned that they’d all be heading back to Eldermere City soon, and there might not be another chance to meet for a while.

“So soon?” Charlotte asked, caught off guard.

“Well, now that Miss Genevieve’s been found, Mr. Rayburn wants to bring her home as soon as possible. Back to the family, officially.”

Charlotte pressed her lips together, suddenly distracted.

They pulled up outside a private villa, just a few miles from Vandermere Private Hospital.

Julian explained, “Mr. Rayburn spared no expense on this place. Mrs. Rayburn’s been resting here for a while now.”

He led her through the garden. A housekeeper showed them into Mrs. Rayburn’s bedroom.

Inside, Wesley glanced over his shoulder from where he was helping his mother. “Mom, look who’s here.”

Mrs. Rayburn seemed confused at first, but as she turned around and saw Charlotte, a smile broke across her face. She got up from the bed, her eyes shining. “My daughter!”

“Nonsense! There’s plenty more!”

She shot Wesley a desperate look, silently begging for help.

Wesley chuckled, coming to her rescue. “Mom, Lottie really can’t wear all these at once. How about I help her pick something?”

Charlotte blinked in surprise.

Wesley selected a blue diamond brooch from the collection. “This one’s perfect for you. It’s elegant, not too flashy—just right for your line of work. You could wear it on your jacket, and it wouldn’t look out of place.”

“Wesley, I…”

“This is from Mom,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

Mrs. Rayburn watched them, her expression hopeful, as if she’d be heartbroken if Charlotte refused.

In the end, Charlotte accepted the brooch.

Mrs. Rayburn’s delight was immediate. She turned to Julian, dragging him off to help her choose more gifts.

Now, with the room empty except for the two of them, Charlotte and Wesley stepped into the hallway. Wesley paused, as if remembering something. “You mentioned the other day that you had something to tell me. What was it?”