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?

the screen of my phone, feeling an endless bitterness surging up. My

did this, or what

moving in 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

her pregnant

I in your

of my phone lit up again. It was

first if you don't

This was his answer.

again, he

box, repeatedly reading that sentence

Even breathing became painful.

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

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heart.

at the

laughing at

hurt deeply, I would still go running back to him

I didn't blame

of my life had been spent with

wanted, I had

it would be hard to let

in thought for a long time, until it was almost