Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 677

"I'm sure!"

He nodded frantically.

Charlotte just smiled, saying nothing.

Her unreadable expression only terrified him more. When he saw Foster marching over with a thick coil of rope, Vance's legs gave out completely. He slumped into the dirt, bawling. "One-thirty! It was one-thirty! We parted ways at one-thirty!"

Foster whipped the heavy rope against the ground, the loud crack kicking up a spray of dirt. "Vance, do you think this is a game? First it's one, now it's one-thirty. Give me the truth right now, or I'm tying you up and tossing you into the river."

Shivering violently, Vance groveled in the dirt, practically knocking his forehead against the ground until it was smeared with grime. "I'm not lying! I swear! I just remembered it wrong the first time! It was definitely one-thirty!"

Charlotte chuckled softly. "You got back to your apartment at exactly two o'clock. I suppose the commute took a bit of time."

"Yes..." he answered, shrinking back.

"But here's the thing. The girl—Yvonne—checked into her room at midnight. My brother left the restaurant with you at eleven-thirty. If he supposedly left you to go somewhere else, that separation should have happened around one."

Charlotte slowly walked around behind him. "That restaurant isn't in the suburbs. It's right by your office. A cab ride takes ten minutes tops. And you're telling me you two didn't separate until one-thirty? How strange. You didn't drive out to the countryside, so where did that missing hour go?"

The color completely drained from Vance's face. His palms were slick with nervous sweat.

When someone lies, they have to invent a hundred more lies to cover the first one.

Despite thinking he could easily manipulate the timeline, a lie was still a lie. He had entirely forgotten about the glaring loophole.

"I—"

"Vance, I don't know why you set my brother up, but if you tell me the truth right now, I won't make this too painful for you."

Charlotte stopped in front of him again, looking down with icy authority. "But if you choose to keep playing games—whether this was your brilliant idea or someone else's—I guarantee you will suffer immensely before this is over."

The moment she finished speaking, Foster signaled the driver to pin Vance down. He stepped up, looping the heavy rope around Vance's torso, sighing dramatically as he pulled it taut. "Enjoy the last few minutes of your life, kid."

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