Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 18

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.

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.

the Lake Garden, I still felt a little absent-minded. Fortunately, I was experiencing morning sickness, and as soon

have time to dwell on

next day, I was

one knew I had moved.

just come into the house. It was likely that someone had got the wrong

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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

it, Ryan's tall and erect figure blocked the doorway, his dark eyes were fixed on me. "Are you planning

thought I had made

torn off the mask he used to hide his true feelings. Now, his eyes and expression

no for an answer. His domineering and perfect facial features

I wasn't buying it. "Don't you remember what we

talk about?" He appeared calm and unbothered, without a hint of guilt. "I drank

sober last night." I eyed

don't know. I

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

low voice, "Grandpa called. He said he's coming over for