Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

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Chapter 22

"What does that mean? Is he suspecting that I'm cheating on him before we're divorced? Well, he is indeed that kind of person,' I thought.

I couldn't be bothered to explain and just replied blandly, "A good friend.

"What friend?"

"Ryan." I smiled softly and said gently, "Dead people don't pry into matters."

Since he was willing to play the role of a dead ex-husband, he should be. professional about it.

Ryan nearly burst out laughing, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he chuckled. "Alright."

When we arrived at the graveyard and got out of the car, I headed straight up the stairs towards the hill. Seeing that Ryan didn't follow, I had to turn back and wait for him. As I turned around, I noticed he was carrying a basket of yellow and white chrysanthemums that he had prepared earlier, and I couldn't help but be a little taken aback.

pursed my

what? It's something

we walked side by side towards my parents' grave. It was a good image to show my parents

and there was only a slight dusting of dirt on the tombstones. Strangely, even though my parents had been gone for so many years, I didn't often think of them anymore. I didn't spend nights crying under the covers like I did when I was a child. But now, seeing their photos on

you

kowtowed three times. When he reached the last one, he said, "I didn't do well before,

in the future...

he deliberately lowered his

"Dad, Mom..

violently, and countless words ultimately turned

missed them

being a child with a

no real family. Marrying Ryan, I thought I would finally have

it's a boy or a girl, but I'm

whisper in my heart as I looked at the tombstone. I didn't know if they could hear me. They say there was a spiritual connection.