Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 41

Evander was silent for a moment before finally tearing his gaze away. He let out a mocking laugh. "You really do remember everything, don't you?"

Charlotte said nothing.

How could she not remember?

Every cutting word he'd ever spoken to her, she had etched into her memory. It had taken her six long years to finally wake up and see things clearly, but better late than never. At least she hadn't wasted her whole life.

When they arrived at the hospital, Charlotte trailed quietly behind Evander as they made their way to Tricia's room.

The moment Tricia saw Evander, she sat up in bed with a bright smile. "Evander, you—"

Her eyes darted past him to Charlotte, and her expression froze, hands tightening nervously around the sheets. Why would he bring another woman here to see her?

Charlotte ignored the look, stepping forward with a polite smile. "Director Winthrop, I want to apologize for what happened before."

Tricia stared in disbelief.

Was this woman actually apologizing to her?

Charlotte bowed her head three times in succession. "I wish you all the best, Director Winthrop—good health, happiness, and may all your wishes come true."

Tricia was speechless.

Three bows? Did this woman think she was at a funeral?

Evander reached out and pulled Charlotte away, his voice tinged with annoyance. "That's your idea of an apology?"

"Let it go, Evander. I'm fine," Tricia said quickly, forcing a gentle tone as she glared at his hand wrapped around Charlotte's arm. "Besides, Dr. Sterling's apology was heartfelt…"

Charlotte wriggled free from his grip. "You heard her, she says it's fine. And you only told me to bow my head—three bows seem even more sincere, don't you think?"

Evander narrowed his eyes, studying her. Something about her felt different.

Charlotte calmly looked away from his intense gaze. "I've already apologized and shown my respect. I'll leave you both alone."

Without another glance, she walked out.

Tricia turned to Evander, her face darkening the moment Charlotte left. She had underestimated that woman.

Charlotte met his eyes, her heart chilled by the memory of that night in the private lounge. "You know better than I do, Evander. If you think I'm standing in the way of you and Tricia, you're free to do as you wish. You don't need to bother dirtying your own hands."

Evander's brow furrowed, clearly picking up on her meaning. "Charlotte, you—"

"Evander?"

Tricia's voice interrupted them. Neither had noticed her approach. She looked stunned by the scene and, in a sudden faint, collapsed to the floor.

"Tricia!"

Evander rushed past Charlotte, gathering Tricia into his arms and calling for a doctor. Not once did he look back.

Charlotte stood there, watching him disappear around the corner, a bitter smile twisting her lips.

What had she been hoping for just now?

That Evander would, for once, turn back for her?

No. He never would. He felt nothing for her. His heart was as cold as ice.