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.

he would probably make me restless. Since it's broken, don't leave any possibility

so afraid of having a

minutes lett. If you don't want to sign

I gritted my teeth and decisively signed

problem was,

to be done

had already checked the other documents and reviewed

the

back in 30 days

can see that you actually have feelings for each other. Other couples who divorce argue over money. You two are different, one wants to give up, the other doesn't

got it wrong. He has no feelings for

+15 BONUS

said soberly,

each other, take advantage of the cooling-off period to think about it. If you regret it, come back

suddenly spoke, "Can it

just come on a

he pushed the

I walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau gate again,

that these three years had

umbrella at the door, his voice as damp as the air, "I'll walk you to your "Okay, thank