Ex-husband’s Regret

Ryan'squinted his eyes slightly, casually looking at me, lips curved. "Wanna try?"

It was the same smile as usual, but I felt a chill run down my spine.

It seemed like if I dared, he would snap my neck the next second.

"Let's give it a try."

I followed the principle of not backing down.

His face turned cold as frost, a sneer forming, ready to explode, when suddenly, his phone rang loudly.

Jessica's name immediately flashed through my mind.

I couldn't help but marvel at how accurate a woman's sixth sense could be.

It really was Jessica.

Ryan furrowed his brows. He didn't pick up, and the ringtone continued to sound.

If he wanted to decline the call, he had a hundred ways to do so.

So obviously, he didn't want to.

"Ryan, where have you been? Why haven't you come back yet? The baby in my womb wants strawberry cake. Hurry up and get it for me!"

The car's cramped space completely isolated us from the outside noise, and Jessica's gentle and charming voice rang clearly in my ears.

I swear I didn't intentionally eavesdrop.

Ryan seemed to have noticed this but got out of the car without a word. He stood on the side of the road, His expression seemed somewhat mocking

I averted my gaze, unwilling to care about the mess between him and Jessica, and lowered my head to play with my phone.

What else could be expected?

Their relationship had always been like this. They would argue and then be all lovey-dovey again.

They looked incompatible, but in reality, they were meant for each other.

However, after only a short while, about two or three minutes, he opened the door on my side.

His expression seemed hesitant, but I sensed guilt in his eyes.

"Leaving?" I mocked with a slight smile, feeling like a mistress.

With just one phone call from Jessica, my husband couldn't wait to rush to her side.

She was more like the wife than I was.

Finally, he spoke, "I'll have Gary take you back."

"No need, I can go back by myself."

Maybe these past two days had been tough enough, now, my heart was strangely calm. I got out of the car quietly. "I'll send your belongings back to your house. Remember to get Brenda to sign for them. As soon as I finished speaking. I turned around and walked away briskly.

"Charlotte!" Ryan called out, but I ignored him and walked even faster.

He caught up with a few wide strides, grabbing my wrist without a word.

"Charlotte!"

"Is there anything else?" I spoke as calmly as possible.

Ryan pursed his thin lips into a straight line. "Give me some time. I'll sort out things with her."

"Sort things out with her?"

I almost laughed as if I had heard a joke. "Can you sort out things with her? She attempts suicide every day and do you have to be by her side every day?"

The night wind blew coldly, making me sniffle. "Ryan, I don't care what you do with her. I just hope you can leave me alone!"

His face turned cold, his eyes piercing with coldness, each word uttered slowly, "Say that again."

"I said I don't care what you do with her... Mmm!"

Halfway through my sentence, he harshly grasped my chin. The usually gentle and reserved man suddenly turned fierce, addressing me by my full name, teeth clenched, "Charlotte Wilson, do you have a heart?"Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Shouldn't I be the one asking him this?

He stole my lines out of the blue.

I winced in pain, tears welling up in my eyes, but I endured the ache and met his gaze defiantly, speaking firmly, "No."

"Then endure this!"

He shoved me into the car, his voice as cold as the winter air. "Until after Grandpa's birthday party, the boundaries between us are not something you can draw as you please!"

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