Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 466

For the next two days, Charlotte stayed at Judd’s apartment. Aside from commuting to work and sharing meals, he spent most of his time in his room, likely to give her space and avoid any awkwardness.

It was the weekend, and she had the day off. She woke up late, around nine-thirty, to find a note on the refrigerator: *Breakfast is in the microwave.*

She opened it to find a still-warm bowl of noodles.

Living in his home, eating his food, she felt she was imposing and decided she would cook dinner that night.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

To be precise, it was the doorbell for her old apartment next door.

Charlotte went to the peephole and saw two plainclothes police officers. She recognized one of them.

She quickly opened her door. “Officers, are you looking for me?”

The older officer turned, a flicker of recognition in his eyes. “You’re… Charlotte?”

“Yes.”

“The victim from the assault at the hospital two days ago?” The officer consulted his notes, then looked at her again. “I’ve seen you a few times now. You were involved in the Tricia case as well.”

Charlotte looked a bit sheepish and invited them into Judd’s apartment. As they sat on the sofa, she poured them glasses of water. “This is my friend’s place. I’m not sure what else he has to drink, so please forgive me.”

“Water is fine. We’re just here for a follow-up.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your names.”

“I’m Officer Woods, and this is my trainee, Cole.”

Cole took out a notepad and gave her a small smile. She nodded back.

“Officer Woods, is there any news on the attacker?” she asked.

“We’re working on it, but he’s good at covering his tracks. Looks like a professional. I remember you were also on the yacht during the explosion,” Officer Woods said, his eyes sharp.

Charlotte nodded. “Yes, I was.”

She recounted the events of that night in detail. Officer Woods seemed satisfied, his initial suspicion fading. He had clearly spoken to other survivors as well.

Back in their car, Cole was still processing the revelation. “Sir, if both Miss Sterling and Mr. Howard were victims in that kidnapping, doesn’t that make Neely’s involvement in the yacht explosion even more likely? He bought the yacht, he planned the party, Mr. Howard is dead, and now someone tried to kill Miss Sterling…”

“You rookie, you need evidence to make an arrest. Do you think a court will even hear a case without it?” Officer Woods rubbed his temples. The connection to the old 322 child abduction case complicated things significantly. He remembered it vividly. Four children had died. The image of finding three of their bodies at the scene was seared into his memory. He had nightmares for a month, hearing their cries for help. Even though the remaining suspects were caught and sentenced, it couldn’t bring back the lives that were lost.

Suddenly, a thought struck him. He told Cole to drive toward Eastport.

Meanwhile, Charlotte went down to the supermarket to get ingredients for dinner. As she browsed the aisles, she had the unnerving feeling that she was being watched. She glanced around but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Still, she decided not to linger.

She quickly paid for her groceries and left the store. Even as she entered her apartment complex, the feeling persisted. She could sense someone following her. She picked up her pace, nearly running into the building. Once inside, she instinctively looked back through the glass door and froze. A figure in black stood at a distance, unmoving. He was tall and lean, his face obscured by a cap. But as he lifted his head, his deep-set eyes met hers, and for a heart-stopping moment, the world seemed to shift.

He pulled his cap lower, turned, and walked away.

Charlotte snapped out of her daze and ran outside. “Evander—!”

But the street was empty.

She searched frantically but found no one. She stopped, panting, staring into the distance.

Had she imagined it? Why else would she think it was him?