Ex-husband’s Regret



Upon hearing those words, I briefly spaced out.

This question, aside from Jane asking me something similar, I had never really asked myself.

Would I?

If that day, another boy had saved me and the one I woke up to see was someone else, would I have fallen for that boy?

Or if Ryan had never helped me, would I still have liked him to this extent? Then what would my feelings over these years amount to?

My thoughts were in disarray. I dared not continue thinking and gently shook my head, "Ryan, I can't give you an answer."

Ryan's usual nonchalant demeanor almost couldn't hold up. His jawline tightened, and he slowly sighed. "Fine." "Is what I once liked you for important?"

I didn't understand why he seemed somewhat disappointed. We had already reached the end of our relationship, so why pursue what it started with?

Ryan avoided my gaze, hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette, and evaded the topic, "What you said, I promise you." "What?"

I was briefly stunned, then realized, 'About Jessica?"

He nodded. "Yes.."

"I hope you can keep your promise and honor Grandpa's spirit."

I was truly fed up with his repeated broken promises conceming Jessica. His gaze deep and profound, he glanced at me as if holding back something, and finally, his voice sounded hoarse and rushed, "Get some rest. I'll be leaving."

Before I could respond, he had already walked decisively to the foyer and changed his shoes.

I hesitated for a moment and said firmly, "Since we're getting divorced, I'll delete your fingerprint and change the passcode. In the future... let's try to avoid any interactions."

The man's figure paused slightly, his knuckles on the door handle showing a tinge of pallor.

He simply said, 'Got it!"

He rarely agreed so readily, which surprised me, but it also relieved me.

After he left, I went into the bathroom and took a shower.

The house was large and empty, yet I felt a long-lost tranquility and relaxation. I took a hot bath, meticulously applied a face mask, and pampered my skin.

I read a book, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

There was a feeling of starting anew.

However, this tranquility only lasted for one night and one morning.

After breakfast, as I lounged on the sofa flipping through recent international fashion shows, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Thinking it was the fruit and vegetable delivery I had ordered, I lazily shuffled over in my cotton slippers to open the door. Seeing an unexpected visitor outside, I was about to close the door.

Jessica was breathing unevenly, obviously in a hurry. She rushed in abruptly, her eyes wide with anger, "Charlotte, you bitch! Did you say something to Ryan?!*

I didn't want to argue with her, so I picked up my phone and called the property management, "Hello, I'm the owner of 2002. There's a crazy person in my house. Please send two security guards over."

"Are you feeling guilty?" Jessica sneered repeatedly, full of resentment. "It must be something you said to him! Otherwise, why would he defend you like this? First, he forced me to vacate the ward for you..."

"Wait a minute." I interrupted her calmly. "Please get it straight. It's not you who let me have the ward. It belongs to the Frost family. Don't I have the right to use it? I allowed you to stay there for a few days, and you should be grateful.'

"Who do you think you are? Don't act tough with me..."

"If I'm acting tough, why are you here shouting at me? Just get lost and don't dirty my house."

"Is this even your house? This was bought by Ryan. With your salary, it would take you generations to afford such© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

a big house in this location?" she retorted angrily.

"Oh, he willingly gave it to me."

I shrugged and smiled faintly. "Or maybe you should talk to him about it?"