Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 61

Seeing the incoming call on my phone, I felt I was imagining things. After a moment's pause, I answered, Hello."

"Are you at home?"

He sounded like he was in a vast, empty space, his voice low and tinged with weariness.

I stood up and walked to the balcony, stretching my neck to relieve the stiffness, enduring the discomfort, and deliberately asked, "Hmm, are you still busy?" Thinking about it, Jessica had lost so much blood. How could he be at ease?

"I'm almost done."

For some reason, his voice cleared up a little. "The ticket is on the console by the entrance. Remember to take it when you leave."

Although it was expected, hearing it from him still left a bitter taste in my mouth. "You're not coming?"

"What are you talking about? Let's meet at the entrance of the stadium..." He chuckled softly.

But just as he was speaking, a weak yet desperate question interrupted him suddenly, "Ryan, who are you calling? Didn't you promise me..."

The voice abruptly stopped.

It wasn't Ryan who stopped her. The call was abruptly cut off.

Why did I feel like we were the ones having an affair and I was the mistress?

endless bitterness surging up. My heart felt like it was tightly squeezed

couldn't understand why Ryan did this, or what

publicly, making everyone at the company aware of my identity, as if he cared deeply about me. Just as I was about to change my mind, he left me aside and spent the night

her

I in your heart after

surfaced in my mind, the screen of my phone lit up again. It was a text

into the stadium first if you don't see me before the

This was his answer.

again, he

repeatedly reading that sentence until my eyes

Even breathing became painful.

being abandoned multiple times now. Each

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heart.

looked at the message,

was laughing at my own

when hurt deeply, I would still go running back to him whenever he curled his fingers

I didn't blame

said, one-third of my life had been spent

what I wanted, I had tasted all the bitter and sweet flavors of loving

years, it would be hard to let go of

time, until it was almost time, then got up