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?

of my phone, feeling an endless bitterness surging up. My heart felt like

couldn't understand why Ryan did this, or what kind of situation he wanted

together, caring in every way, and even went to work with me 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 by

her pregnant

what am I in your heart after

mind, the screen of my phone lit up again. It

you don't

This was his answer.

he

stared at the message box, repeatedly reading that sentence until

Even breathing became painful.

me to experience being abandoned multiple times now. Each time, it left

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heart.

at the

at

go running back to him whenever he

didn't

my

anxiously getting what I wanted, I had

to let go

for a long time, until it was almost time, then got up to put