Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 549

The patriarch’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“I… I accidentally pushed Kate down the stairs. I never meant to kill her,” Quincy sobbed, his face a mask of regret and fear. “Kate and I were arguing, and I was afraid she… I’m a bastard! I shouldn’t have let myself be tempted! I deserve to die!”

Quincy began slapping himself hard across the face, each strike louder than the last.

Caleb reached out and stopped him. “Quincy, calm down. Let’s talk this through. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“It’s my fault, Dad! I’m a monster! I’m the one who let you down!”

“You let me down?” The patriarch mulled over his words, then shot a sharp glance at Hulda, who sat frozen in her seat, utterly unresponsive.

“I never should have gotten involved with Hulda! I shouldn’t have given in to her seduction! I’m a monster, and I’m the one who killed Kate!”

The confession struck the living room like a thunderclap.

Hulda shot up from her chair, her face instantly draining of all color. Her hand trembled as she pointed at Quincy. “You… what nonsense are you spouting! Quincy, you’re lying through your teeth! When did I ever seduce you? Don’t you dare try to drag me down with you!”

Had he lost his mind?

Mr. Rayburn’s gaze, as sharp and cold as an icy dagger, was fixed on Hulda. The chill in his eyes was enough to freeze a person solid.

His own young wife, sleeping with his son? It was the ultimate humiliation, a direct assault on his dignity.

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