Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 610

Evander froze for a moment, his voice raspy from the alcohol. Each word seemed scraped from his throat. “Charlotte, my biggest regret is wasting six years of your life. I’ve been trying so hard to change, and I just don’t want all that effort to be for nothing.”

He reached out, his thumb brushing over her lower lip, which she’d been biting until it was pale. The gesture was almost reverent, yet tinged with a drunken stubbornness. “I can’t accept that, Charlotte. I just can’t.”

Charlotte stood perfectly still. His touch was searingly hot, and the rich scent of whiskey trapped her in the small space between them.

She looked into his dark eyes, where faint sparks seemed to flicker in the ashes, a mixture of humble pleading and unyielding resolve as he waited for her answer.

“Evander, you won a long time ago,” she said, her voice softer than she intended. “Do you even need to ask?”

In the dim light, Evander’s eyes were as deep as a well. His Adam’s apple bobbed as the hand on her lip slowly trailed down to the side of her neck. He could feel the frantic, chaotic pulse beneath his fingertips, and it was impossible to tell if it was her heartbeat or his own.

“I just want…”

“You just want to hear me admit that I have feelings for you, so you can feel better?” Charlotte interrupted, then suddenly laughed, a bitter sound. “Yes. I gave you a chance because I really did consider starting over with you. And yes, I have feelings for you. I always have! But admitting that makes everything I suffered in the past feel like a joke! I don’t know how I’m supposed to face Hiram Sterling while still loving the man who was indirectly responsible for his parents’ deaths…”

A tear suddenly escaped and traced a path down her cheek, her words catching in a sob. She quickly turned her head away, wiped the tear, and composed herself. “I’m sorry, I’m a little overwrought tonight. You’ve had too much to drink, too. Let’s talk about this another time.”

She turned and walked out the door without a second glance.

Evander didn’t try to stop her. The moment the door clicked shut, the tension drained from his body. He stumbled back against the wall and slowly slid to the floor.

He pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead. The alcohol wasn’t just clouding his mind; it was amplifying every emotion…

He shouldn’t have pushed her…

After Charlotte got home from the hotel, her mind was in turmoil. She sat propped up against her headboard, hugging a pillow, unable to find any peace.

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