Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 413

Tricia lay motionless on the hospital bed, her mind clouded and heavy, the weight of betrayal pressing down on her. She never imagined she’d end up discarded, left behind as someone else’s pawn. Before everything fell apart, everyone had flocked to her side; now that she’d lost it all, they couldn’t abandon her fast enough.

A wave of nostalgia crashed over her.

She longed for that year when Evander had adored her, treating her as if she were the only treasure in his world.

Back then, she’d had everything anyone could want—yet it hadn’t been enough. Restlessness pushed her into the arms of Finnick Vinterberg, and with him, she’d made one reckless decision after another.

She’d basked in the luxury and shallow pride Finnick’s money offered, all while greedily clinging to Evander’s affection and trust.

There had been moments of hesitation, even regret.

But in the end, she’d been no match for temptation.

If only she hadn’t gotten involved with Finnick. If only she hadn’t gotten pregnant. If only she hadn’t accepted those two million dollars and run off overseas—would everything have turned out differently?

The thought made her eyes sting with tears.

Bitterness gnawed at her, but regret gnawed deeper.

She hated herself for picking the wrong person.

The clack of shoes against the hospital floor jolted her from her thoughts. A police officer entered, escorting someone toward her bed. Tricia instinctively assumed it was Zoe; she lifted her head, but the moment she caught Charlotte’s gaze, her face froze.

Charlotte offered a polite smile. “Officer, could I have a moment alone with her?”

The officer nodded and stepped out, waiting by the door.

The second he was gone, Tricia grabbed Charlotte by the wrist, her voice trembling with fury. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

Ever since she’d lost hearing in her left ear, the world had become muffled, half-closed off. Sometimes, she struggled to follow conversations; sometimes, she’d wake up in a panic because the silence felt so suffocating.

She hated what she’d become, but she refused to show weakness in front of Charlotte.

In her heart, she was certain Charlotte was behind it all.

Charlotte met her glare. “What exactly did I do?”

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