Ex-husband’s Regret

Charlie sat down next to Jane and called the bartender for drinks. "I really have nothing to say to him, it's way more interesting to drink with a beautiful woman."

Jane just wanted some alone time, to be precise, she didn't want to drink with Charlie. It felt so uninteresting.

Charlie didn't sense Jane's annoyance at all, he was busy sharing in their group

"Two days of accidental encounters-what else could it be but fate?"

He paired it with a picture of Jane drinking..

Frank was too busy to check his phone at that moment.

Zachary, however, glanced at it.

chat.

Recognizing Jane's familiar background, he stood up to leave, but when he reached the private room's door, he turned back.

It was clear she wanted to draw a line between them, why should he chase after someone who didn't want him?

Jane found the drinking uncomfortable and made an excuse to slip away.

Back home, she felt restless and opened another bottle of wine.

Out of boredom, she scrolled through Twitter and saw Charlie's latest post.

"Thank you, my brother for letting me know what not to have before drinking alcohol! Ceftriaxone!"

Anyone familiar with their group would know he was talking about Zachary.

In that instant, Jane thought about whether the medicine she asked someone to buy contained ceftriaxone, she hoped it didn't cause her trouble!

Little did she know, Charlie's post was a joke on purpose.

Even if Zachary was angry, he wouldn't be foolish enough to end his own life. It was because he hadn't taken his medicine, he was still burning up with a fever. The alcohol made him drunk very quickly. Charlie sent Zachary to the hospital for an IV and then posted another update with a photo of them together.

Jane clicked on the picture and saw Zachary lying in a hospital bed, his face pale and devoid of color, his Tips even turning white.

It stirred something in her, and without thinking, she changed her clothes and took a cab to the hospital. Thirty minutes later, she arrived at the hospital and found Zachary's room but heard soft, gentle voices inside. Peering through the half-opened door, she saw his first love feeding Zachary oat porridge.

Jane looked down, a self-deprecating smile forming as she threw the oat porridge she had brought into

the trash.

Once back home, she collapsed onto the sofa, feeling disgusted with herself.

How pathetic could she be?

He kissed her forcefully, and while she was angry, she had actually wondered if he had any feelings for

her.

When he called her while sick, asking her to buy medicine, was that a sign of wanting to develop something further? But in the end...

It was a classic case of saying one thing to her face and another behind her back.

'What a scumbag!' Jane cursed inwardly.

Jeswood had been drenched in rain for three consecutive days, and the prolonged heat finally passed.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

The temperature dropped rapidly.

My birthday had finally arrived.

Jane had arranged for the banquet to be held outdoors on a grass field.

The weather was considerate, providing a beautiful sunny day.

"Aunt!"

Danny ran over to me. "Where's Sparrow?"

Ever since he met Sparrow, he had been eager to see her, but with school and extracurricular activities filling up his time, it had been a while since they last met.

I pointed behind me. "She's looking for your aunt."

Danny immediately scampered off, his little legs moving quickly towards my mom.

Alana walked up to me, handing me a gift. "That kid Frank can surely get his hands on all kinds of treasures, so I got you something practical. I specially got this from the harbor city, it's guaranteed to keep you safe. Plus, here's a red envelope-buy whatever you want." I accepted it, squeezing the red envelope and feeling something was off.

Alana explained, "It's a cheque, fill in any amount you like."

"Don't worry. It's your uncle's money."

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I couldn't help but grin and immediately accepted. "Then I'm going to fill in a big one!"

"As long as you're happy."

Alana was very generous.

Then she suddenly turned her gaze elsewhere and exclaimed, "Oh, looks like there's a good show to watch."

I followed Alana's gaze and my expression changed.