Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 419

Tricia picked up her compact mirror and dabbed on some lipstick. Her makeup wasn’t as flawless as usual, but she still wanted to look presentable—dignified, even—when she saw Evander.

A nurse walked over and drew back the curtains around the bed.

Evander stood there, tall and composed, his handsome features somehow even more striking than before—more commanding, more severe.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Tricia said, a faint, wistful smile curving her lips, though her eyes were tinged with sorrow. “They told me you had cancer. I kept wondering if that was some kind of karma.”

Evander gazed at her, his expression unchanging. “Judging from the way you look, you’ve suffered plenty yourself.”

She hesitated, caught off guard for a second, then reached out and caught his hand. “Evander, you still care about me, don’t you? We’ve known each other for years. We loved each other once. If it weren’t for Charlotte, I know you wouldn’t have changed.”

“I admit it—I regret breaking up with you. But I didn’t have a choice. When I came back to the country, I meant to tell you the truth, but when I saw Charlotte by your side, I was jealous. I just couldn’t stand losing to her.”

As Evander’s eyes remained cold, unmoved, she watched the small flame of hope in her own gaze slowly die. Her fingers slipped from his wrist.

He dusted off his sleeve, almost absentmindedly. “I was never your only option, Tricia. Why pretend otherwise? Even without me, you still had Finnick Vinterberg.”

Her face froze, color draining away. “You… you knew?”

“Wasn’t for nothing that I investigated for so long.”

Tricia stared at him, stunned. “When did you find out?”

“After I learned about you and Jonathan Pembroke.”

“I never told him anything!”

Evander let out a soft, humorless laugh. “I never said he was the one who told me.”

She fell silent, words dying in her throat.

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