Ex-husband’s Regret

I didn't expect Bob to stoop so low. I furrowed my brow. "Does your uncle know the PIN?

"I... I'm afraid I won't remember the PIN myself..."

Aunt Laura's face was full of regret. "It's the same PIN as our shared bank card."

Both Jane and I were helpless.

Bob was an old hand at cheating and stealing money. Once he gets hold of the bank card, he'll definitely transfer the money right away. There's no time to report it lost at the bank now.

However, more than this, I was concerned about another issue. "Has your uncle started gambling again?"

Yeah..."

Aunt Laura wiped her tears and gritted her teeth. "Actually, he hasn't quit all these years, so I didn't dare let him know how much money you give me every month. I never thought this old bastard would dare snatch even the money that saved my life!"

"Why don't you just divorce him then? Gambling is a bottomless abyss!" Jane was getting angry and couldn't help but say.

"This time..."

Aunt Laura looked up at me with guilt. "I will definitely divorce him, I must. If I had divorced him earlier, you wouldn't have had to endure so many years of hardship."

I don't know what I was thinking, perhaps it was thinking about how my parents had prepared an escape route for me before they passed away, or perhaps it was recalling those years. Tears welled up in my eyes.

"All that is in the past." I sniffled and calmly continued, "Aunt Laura, there are some things I need to make clear now. If you're sure about divorcing him, and you've thought it through, I will try to manage your treatment expenses. After all, when I needed it the most, you gave me a place to stay. But if you're not divorcing him, gambling is a an abyss that only you can jump into. I won't accompany you. Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Aunt Laura lowered her head in shame, repeatedly nodding. "I understand, I understand! Charlotte, you've already given me so much money. I'll consider the

future treatment expenses and that 40 thousand dollars as a loan. Once I'm better, I'll definitely pay you back."

Alright"

I agreed to ease Aunt Laura's psychological burden.

Although Aunt Laura's treatment expenses were not a small amount, I had gained some valuable things during my three years at the Frost family.

For three or four consecutive days, Jane stayed by my side in the hospital, never leaving

However, every night, I could feel someone had been the

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Finally, I was getting better. The doctor didn't prescribe any more medication or IV drips, saying I could be discharged in two days.

In the evening, because I had slept too much in the past few days without the aid of medication, I found it difficult to fall asleep. I lay awake in bed, looking out through the floor-to-ceiling window at the moonlight outside.

After a long time, there was still no movement.

It seemed that my perceptions from the previous nights were illusions, or perhaps just a dream.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that I finally began to feel sleepy. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard that familiar footstep, deeply ingrained in my marrow.

The room dimmed slightly, and I could smell the woody cold fragrance from a man's body, faintly mixed with the scent of cigarettes.

He... never used to smoke.

As he was about to touch my hand, I opened my eyes. "Ryan, I thought you finally figured out that you wouldn't disturb me again."

The man's tall figure froze abruptly, a hint of confusion and weariness in his stance.

Under the moonlight, he slightly lowered his head, silent for a moment, his voice tinged with indescribable exhaustion. "I just wanted to see you, to make sure with my own eyes that you're okay."