Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 106

Evander had acted like he'd never even met Charlotte before, and for a while, Tricia had actually believed him.

But in the end, the truth came out.

She'd discovered the connection between them—she wasn't stupid.

And now that woman was about to waltz right in and take everything; even that old hag was siding with her. How could Tricia not be furious?

Evander stood there, utterly motionless and silent.

Tricia finally let go of his sleeve, stumbling back a few steps. Her sobs were raw and wrenching. "Evander, you promised me…"

"I haven't forgotten what I promised you," he replied, his voice cold but steady.

Tricia froze, her tears halting for a moment.

Evander turned to Genevieve. "Take her home."

With that, he strode away without looking back.

Tricia stared after him in a daze, her face oscillating between deathly pale and an ugly shade of green.

…

Charlotte had barely set foot inside Tranquility Manor when her phone buzzed. It was Jonathan. He'd tracked down the staffer on duty the night Hiram was assaulted—a man named Conrad, who happened to be the nephew of the Commissioner of Revenue.

She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, but the mention of the Commissioner made her pause. Dean Chase's words echoed in her mind.

"What's the Commissioner of Revenue's wife's name?" she asked suddenly.

Jonathan sounded surprised by the question, but answered anyway. "Her name is Tiffany Fontaine. She manages a local bank."

Fontaine…

Of course. There was a connection to Director Fontaine.

But Director Fontaine was still in custody, and not even in the same precinct—there was no way he could have known about what happened to Hiram.

No, someone close to Tricia, someone who could convince the Fontaines' relatives to do her a favor, was pulling the strings.

A face flashed through Charlotte's mind.

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