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?

blankly at the screen of my phone, feeling an endless bitterness surging up. My heart felt like it was tightly

this, or what kind of situation

aware of my identity, as if

he got her pregnant as

in

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

into the stadium first if you don't

This was his answer.

again, he chose

stared at the message box, repeatedly reading that sentence until my eyes

Even breathing became painful.

abandoned multiple times now. Each time,

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heart.

at the message, I

at

deeply, I would still go running back to him whenever he curled

I didn't

said, one-third of my life had

cautiously admiring from afar, to anxiously getting what I wanted, I had tasted all the bitter and sweet flavors

be hard to let go of even a

on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time, until it was