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?

feeling an endless bitterness surging up.

Ryan did this, or what kind of situation he wanted

publicly, making everyone at the company aware of my identity, as if he

got her pregnant as

am I in your heart after

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

into the stadium first if you don't

This was his answer.

he chose

at the message box, repeatedly reading that sentence until my

Even breathing became painful.

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

+15 BONUS

heart.

the message, I began

laughing at

still go running back to him whenever he

I didn't

Jane said, one-third of my life had

wanted, I had tasted all the bitter and sweet

years, it would be hard to let go of even a

in thought for a long time, until it was almost time, then