Ex-husband’s Regret

Even though there was a layer of fabric between us, my waist felt like it was burning. I was frozen, unable to move as if possessed by a ghost, but thankfully, my mind was clear. "We've been very clear about this. I don't want a third person involved in our marriage."

"I'm sorry." The man rested his head against my back, his voice muffled.

Would my heart soften? Of course, it would.

No one could just easily erase several years of feelings overnight. I really wanted to give him another chance. But everything that had happened recently kept coming back to me. Would I choose him or myself?

sighed. "Ryan, you always knew you were in the wrong, but you kept repeating the same mistakes. It's meaningless."

This time, I chose myself. I had chosen him for seven years, and that was enough.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Ryan remained silent for a long time, not saying a word.

"Let go, we've reached the end of the road." I had never imagined that I would say such cold-hearted words to Ryan.

What was unrequited love? It was a grand sacrificial offering to oneself. With just one glance or a beckoning finger from the other person, one would be happy and feel ecstatic for days. But who could have imagined that one day in the future, all I could think about was to leave.

I didn't know how I left, but when I returned to the Lake Garden, I still felt a little absent-minded. Fortunately, I was experiencing morning sickness, and as soon as I lay down in bed, I fell asleep.

I didn't have time to dwell on my thoughts.

The next day, I was awakened by the doorbell.

Except for Jane, no one knew I had moved. But Jane knew the

password and could just come into the house. It was likely that someone had got the wrong door number.

I covered my head with the blanket, intending to continue sleeping, not wanting to be disturbed on a weekend morning. However, the person outside the door was patient, and the doorbell kept ringing consistently. In the end, I had to get up in a bad mood and answer the door.

When I opened it, Ryan's tall and erect figure blocked the doorway, his dark eyes were fixed on me. "Are you planning on staying here permanently?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I thought I had made myself clear last night.

Ever since I brought up the divorce, Ryan seemed to have torn off the mask he used to hide his true feelings. Now, his eyes and expression were indifferent. "Come back home with me."

It was a command that couldn't take no for an answer. His domineering and perfect facial features made him look very arrogant.

Unfortunately, I wasn't buying it. "Don't you remember what we talked about last night?"

"What did we talk about?" He appeared calm and unbothered, without a hint of guilt. "I drank too much and can't remember anything."

"You were clearly quite sober last night." I eyed him suspiciously.

"I don't know. I blacked out."

"Never mind, it's not important." I couldn't be bothered to say more and was about to close the door when he prevented me from doing so with his hand.

He said in a low voice, "Grandpa called. He said he's coming over for lunch with us."

"Oh." I almost forgot about that.

I had been preoccupied with getting the divorce proceedings done and

keeping it a secret from William. I hadn't expected such a problem.

I stepped aside to let him in and pointed to a pair of cotton slippers at the entrance. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be ready in 20 minutes." With that, I went about my business, washing up and putting on makeup. Finally, I changed into an apricot-colored dress and grabbed a knit coat before leaving the room.

The man was sitting on the sofa, casually opening a bottle of water for himself. Seeing me come out, he tried to start a conversation with me. This house has been designed quite nicely. When did you renovated?"

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