Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 44

Charlotte stared at the demotion report on her desk, her expression growing dark and heavy.

She was an attending physician, and while Tricia, the department head, technically outranked her, Charlotte had always enjoyed special privileges from Dean Chase. She'd never had to answer to any department head—until now.

But this transfer report, bearing Dean Chase's signature, made it clear: this decision had come from the very top.

And the only person with that kind of influence…

There was no one else it could be.

Evander.

Charlotte's grip tightened around the folder, a cold wave of anger and dread surging in her chest.

"Dr. Sterling, what's wrong? Not happy with the news?" Director Fontaine's voice carried a note of smug satisfaction. He'd never liked Charlotte, not since Dean Chase singled her out for special treatment.

He'd devoted fifteen years of tireless work to the hospital, and here was a young upstart—barely three years in—already catching the dean's eye. What made her so special?

At first, he'd assumed she had some powerful family pulling strings behind the scenes.

So he'd swallowed his resentment.

But then Tricia had been parachuted into Metropolitan General under Evander's name, and Fontaine had learned just how little Evander thought of Charlotte. After that, he'd felt free to let his contempt show.

After all, whatever connections Charlotte boasted, could she really rival the Howards?

Charlotte barely glanced at him, tossed the report onto her desk, and said coolly, "Do I need to report my feelings to you now?"

She brushed past Director Fontaine and headed back to her office.

Fontaine watched her retreating figure with a snort. "Rude brat. Let's see how long that attitude lasts."

…

It was late by the time Charlotte dragged herself home, exhaustion weighing her down.

The living room lights were on.

She paused in the entryway, eyes drawn to the man sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe. He looked freshly showered, damp hair glinting under the soft white lights.

He glanced at his watch. "You're just getting in now?"

She slipped off her shoes and said nothing.

"Why didn't you answer my call this morning?"

"I was in surgery."

Charlotte walked straight toward the bedroom.

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