Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 51

"Evander, there are no more guest cots left… Why don't we just… share for tonight?"

Tricia didn't wait for Evander's reply. She had no idea if he was about to refuse or agree, but she steeled herself and reached out to help him take off his coat.

She'd had her eye on Evander for ages.

Ever since they'd become adults, she'd wanted him. She'd always wondered what it would be like to be with him.

If only Evander had been willing to touch her back then—just once—maybe she'd never have gone looking for someone else, never would have ended up pregnant.

She'd been such a fool.

So foolish to leave a good man like Evander for someone else.

Her fingers had just reached the third button on his shirt when, suddenly, Evander pressed her hand still.

Tricia flinched, cheeks flushing. "Evander…"

But he only moved her hand away.

She froze, her smile faltering.

"This isn't right," Evander said calmly, buttoning his shirt back up with deliberate care. He stood, smoothing his sleeves. "Hans is asleep. I'll head out for now."

Before Tricia could react, he'd already left the hospital room.

She stood there, rooted in place, her face draining of color. She looked utterly defeated.

And at that moment, her resentment toward Charlotte grew even deeper.

…

The next morning, Tricia created a new work group chat. She notified all the other doctors and nurses in the department—except Charlotte. As a result, when a crucial meeting began at nine, Charlotte arrived late.

So Charlotte's lateness was inevitable.

Even if Charlotte had a hundred excuses, late was late—especially in front of the higher-ups. With this kind of attitude, good luck with any future promotion.

Sure, maybe Dean Chase wouldn't agree to fire Charlotte. But that didn't matter. Tricia had plenty of ways to make her life miserable until she quit on her own.

Besides, Dean Chase was nearly at retirement age. Once Director Fontaine took over as hospital president, Charlotte would be nothing but an ant for them to step on.

Charlotte scrolled through her phone, sounding genuinely surprised. "Director Winthrop, when did you create a new group chat? Why didn't you let me know? There's nothing about the meeting in the old group."

Tricia's expression stiffened.

Director Fontaine jumped in, "Everyone else is in the chat but you. Are you really going to claim you didn't get the message?"

Charlotte's voice trembled with frustration, "Director Fontaine, there are only so many people in the neurology department. If there's a new group, it's hard to believe anyone would be left out by accident. But I honestly didn't know about it—no one added me, no one told me, not a word. Is this your way of excluding me from the team, Director Fontaine?"