Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 85

He was taken aback. "How did you know?"

We were getting divorced so there was no point hiding anything. I said, "That day, I overheard you and Grandpa talking in the office. I heard you admit that you no longer have any feelings for me. Actually, this marriage may have been wrong from the beginning."

"No."

He almost urgently denied, furrowing his brow as he recalled, explaining, "My acknowledgment wasn't about that question. You misunderstood..."

I wasn't eager to argue, simply watching him quietly with a faint smile. "So, did you ever love me?"

Ryan was briefly stunned, perhaps finding this question particularly difficult. "Charlotte..."

"Don't explain. It would only make me look pitiful.”

I smiled lightly, seeming indifferent. "Have Gary send over the agreement I gave him. In the future, when you marry someone else, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to hold onto that share..."

He suddenly interjected forcefully, every word deliberate, 'I won't marry anyone else."

My eyelashes trembled. "Well... that's up to you. Anyway, it's not suitable for me to keep that share."

I admitted to myself that I wasn't that composed. After all, after loving someone for so many years, after divorce, it's not suitable to meet again. Let time erase all traces of the past, rather than repeatedly touching one's scars.

Jessica knew about the shares, he would probably make me restless. Since it's broken, don't leave any

you so afraid of

only have five minutes lett. If you don't want to sign it, we'll do it

my teeth and decisively signed my name in the blank

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member had already

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back in 30 days to pick

procedures, the staff member added, "I can see that you actually have feelings for each other. Other couples who

it wrong. He has

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soberly, "He's simply got

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me suddenly spoke, "Can

30 days, just come on a working

pushed the signed registration

the Civil Affairs Bureau gate again, I felt a

three years had only

Ryan opened the umbrella at the door, his voice as damp as the