Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 343

Charlotte watched as he walked toward her, his tall figure blocking out the light.

“Do you really want to go through with this divorce?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked her that. But this time, his voice sounded different—soft, almost pleading.

Charlotte froze for a moment, her gaze drifting to the curtains swaying behind the room divider. “Were you just in there?”

“Yes.” His eyes darkened. “I heard everything.”

She drew a deep breath. “Evander, we should have ended this a long time ago.”

“Why?” He stepped closer. “Is it because I’m still looking after Hans? I know you’ve never liked him, so I registered him under Linette’s name—”

“You think this is about Hans?” Charlotte met his eyes, her voice steady. “Evander, I could never resent a child. This was never about him. Even if Hans didn’t exist, you’d still ignore me for Tricia, still make my life miserable—wouldn’t you?”

His breath caught, and his eyes reddened. “Can’t you…just give me one more chance?”

“I gave you six years. Isn’t that enough?” Charlotte tilted her head back, fighting to keep her emotions in check. “Evander, didn’t you always wonder why I married you? Haven’t you always wanted the truth?”

“Loretta didn’t save you. She took my place. I was the one kidnapped. I was the one who spent eight days in that hell.”

Evander’s whole body went rigid.

Charlotte looked straight at him. “Those scars on your back? You got them when we hid in the thorns. You shielded me. You probably don’t even remember, do you?”

Evander’s face went blank with confusion.

He knew he had scars, faint ones. But he’d never known how he got them.

His voice was rough. “Why didn’t you ever tell me—”

“With the way you treated me back then, do you really think you would have believed me?” She gave a bitter smile. “I just never thought you’d forget, that’s all.”

“I… My mother told me I had a fever. I lost all memory of the kidnapping. Charlotte, I swear, I didn’t know.”

She bit back tears, forcing a laugh. “It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re getting divorced anyway. It’s not like those are happy memories.”

“Charlotte.”

“Hmm?” She glanced at him.

He said quietly, “I’m not agreeing to this because I’ve given up. I’m doing it because I finally realized I love you. I admit it—I’ve fallen for you. And I swear, I’ll never marry anyone else.”

Charlotte stared at him in disbelief.

Suddenly, a delivery truck barreled straight toward them.

Charlotte’s eyes widened, her body frozen in shock.

But Evander reacted instantly, wrenching the steering wheel so the driver’s side faced the oncoming truck.

It happened in seconds.

The car flipped and tumbled, sparks flying as it slammed into the guardrail of the overpass.