Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 420

One of Tricia’s eardrums had been irreparably damaged by trauma, but she kept refusing surgery, clinging to the hope that she might one day escape. For the longest time, she’d believed that her suffering was the fault of those wretched women. But the truth was so much crueler—it was this very man before her now, the one who’d once sheltered her with every care, who had brought her to ruin.

She knew Evander despised her, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe he’d ever be truly merciless.

After all, he’d spared her once before.

She’d even fooled herself into thinking he still harbored a shred of tenderness for her.

How pathetic.

Men were ridiculous, weren’t they? They could decide, just like that, to stop loving you.

Hot tears streaked down Tricia’s cheeks as bitterness flared in her eyes. Hatred surged within her, driving her to snatch up a heavy object from the table and hurl it at him.

Evander raised his arm to block the blow, wincing as it struck.

Charlotte started forward, but the nurses and doctors reached Tricia first, pinning her to the bed. Her face twisted in a wild, manic grin. “Evander! Did you really think I ever loved you? I never loved you, not for a single second! The only reason I chose you was because of your precious family name, Howard! Ha! Now Charlotte can’t even stand the sight of you, and you’re dying of cancer—it’s karma! This is exactly what you deserve!”

She was utterly unhinged, her screams echoing through the ICU in a frenzy.

It wasn’t until the sedative coursed into her veins that she finally calmed, her sobs fading, though the anguish still seemed to ring in the air.

White-coated staff hurried around, blocking Charlotte’s view. She stood there, her gaze fixed on Evander’s retreating figure.

He looked so out of place, tall and imposing, but utterly alone.

Then Evander turned, catching Charlotte’s eye. For a moment, he hesitated.

She looked away and left the ICU.

When she emerged from the changing room, having shed her protective gear, he was waiting by the door.

“You heard everything?” His voice was low and rough.

Charlotte met his gaze. “I heard it all.”

Vera nodded, frowning in concern. “But if Hiram finds out his real sister is Tricia, I don’t think he’ll be able to handle it.”

Charlotte fell silent.

She herself had no idea how to tell Hiram the truth. Maybe some things were better left unknown—maybe he’d be happier that way.

***

Meanwhile, at a quiet restaurant across town, Zoe sat down across from Finnick Vinterberg, slipping off her sunglasses. “Are you really planning to cut Tricia loose?”

Finnick poured himself some tea. “She was just a pawn. That’s all.”

Zoe gave a cold, mocking smile. “You really are your father’s son. No woman ever means a thing to either of you.”

Finnick arched an eyebrow. “Since when have you been so fixated on my father, Ms. Donovan?”

Her expression darkened at his sarcasm. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “I couldn’t care less about your father. But Tricia gave you a son, didn’t she?”