My Coldhearted Husband’s Regret

Cook remained in the living room when Cullen and Veronica returned that evening, her sharp eyes watching as they stepped through the front door together. Only after confirming they had shared the same vehicle did the elderly woman's shoulders finally relax, allowing herself to retreat to her quarters with satisfaction.

Once upstairs, Veronica immediately reached for her phone to contact Phillip, providing him with a detailed account of the evening's events. The conversation had barely concluded when her device buzzed again, this time displaying Dario' name across the screen.

Thirty minutes passed before Veronica finally disconnected the call and made her way back to their shared bedroom. Cullen had already completed his evening routine, his tall frame positioned against the headboard with a hardcover book resting in his hands. The soft lamplight cast shadows across his angular features as he read.

His dark eyes lifted momentarily when she entered, acknowledging her presence with the briefest of glances before returning his attention to the printed pages before him.

Veronica averted her gaze as well, busying herself with her nightly ritual of bathing and applying various skincare treatments. The clock showed well past midnight by the time she emerged from the bathroom, her damp hair falling in waves around her shoulders.

She stole another glance toward Cullen, still absorbed in his reading.

Previously, Veronica had grown accustomed to the cool distance that characterized their interactions. The emotional walls between them had become familiar territory, neither uncomfortable nor surprising. She had learned to navigate their private moments with practiced indifference.

However, Cullen's unexpected assistance earlier had shifted something between them, creating an unfamiliar dynamic that left her feeling slightly off-balance. The subtle change made her question how she should behave around him now.

Despite this momentary confusion, Veronica reminded herself that their fundamental relationship remained unchanged. Whatever had transpired would not alter the essential nature of their arrangement.

With this sobering thought, she quietly slipped beneath the covers, settling into her side of the expansive bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, Cullen closed his book with a soft thud and reached over to extinguish the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

The gesture struck her as oddly considerate, as if he had been deliberately waiting for her to retire before allowing himself to sleep. Veronica felt a flutter of surprise at this realization before forcing herself to dismiss it as mere coincidence. Soon after, exhaustion claimed her, and she drifted into peaceful slumber.

The following morning brought another attempt from Cook to orchestrate their shared commute to work.

Veronica politely declined once again, offering the same explanation she had used before. "I have several client meetings scheduled today, Grandma. Having my own transportation will be essential for moving between appointments efficiently."

Cook's brow furrowed with visible disappointment as she turned her expectant gaze toward Cullen, clearly hoping he would take the initiative to offer his services personally.

Cullen continued eating his breakfast with deliberate focus, his expression neutral as he methodically ignored his grandmother's pointed stares and meaningful looks.

Veronica observed this silent exchange with growing discomfort, her eyes dropping to study her untouched plate with sudden intensity.

Recognizing that Cullen had no intention of volunteering, Cook reluctantly abandoned her matchmaking efforts for the morning.

The truth was that Veronica had fabricated the client meetings entirely. Her motivation stemmed purely from a desire to avoid accepting additional favors from Cullen, particularly after the previous evening's events had already placed her deeper in his debt.

Her actual workday proved relatively uneventful, with no pressing deadlines or urgent matters requiring attention. Nevertheless, she deliberately extended her stay at DataPulse Co. until well after nine o'clock, using the time to organize files and review upcoming projects before finally making the drive home.

To her surprise, Cullen's luxury sedan was already parked in the circular driveway when she arrived. This deviation from his typical schedule caught her off guard, as he normally worked until the early hours of the morning unless special circumstances required his presence at home.

The bedroom was empty when Veronica entered, Cullen's absence allowing her to turn on the overhead lights without concern for disturbing him. She placed her leather handbag on the dresser and was preparing to check on Sabrina when something on her vanity table caught her attention.

A manila folder sat prominently on the polished surface, its placement clearly intentional.

The sight made her pause in confusion. Despite sharing the bedroom, she and Cullen maintained strict boundaries regarding personal space. The left side of the room belonged exclusively to him, while she claimed the right side as her own territory. They had developed an unspoken understanding about respecting these invisible boundaries.

Their personal belongings remained in designated areas, with neither party encroaching on the other's space or leaving items scattered carelessly throughout the room.

The deliberate placement of the folder on her vanity table could only mean one thing.

With mounting curiosity, Veronica approached the document and carefully opened it, her pulse quickening as she scanned the official paperwork within. The legal terminology confirmed her suspicions before she had finished reading the first paragraph.

Property deed. The villa situated across from Phillip's residence. Her name listed as the sole proprietor.

Before she could fully process this revelation, Cullen's footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder as he approached their room. Veronica turned to face him as he entered, the deed still clutched in her trembling hands.

"I found the property documents," she said, her voice carefully controlled despite the emotions churning within her chest. "Thank you for this gesture."

Cullen opened his mouth to respond, but Veronica continued speaking before he had the opportunity.

"I need to be completely transparent with you about my current financial situation. I cannot afford to repay you immediately, but if you allow me sufficient time, I will ensure that every penny is returned to you with appropriate interest..."