Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 88

Although I hadn't considered continuing this marriage with Ryan.

Hearing Grandpa's resolute defense, my heart warmed.

Ryan pursed his lips. "I have disappointed Charlotte, but I never intended to marry another."

you completely

"Never intended? If you never intended, why did Charlotte divorce you? Wasn't it because you broke her heart?" Grandpa didn't believe a single word.

Supporting himself on the edge of the ebony table, Ryan slowly stood up. "I truly never intended to. But I can't ignore Jessica either, especially since she's pregnant."

"You're quite the humanitarian!" Grandpa threw a teacup at him.

He didn't dodge it, taking the hit squarely on his forehead, which soon began to bleed. Despite this, his expression remained unchanged as he earnestly said, "I promised Aunt Wen that I would take care of her.

"What about Charlotte? There are strong rumors in the company that you brought Jessica closer, making everyone see Charlotte as the homewrecker. Do you think that's fair to her?"

"She... is much stronger and independent. She won't easily be influenced by others, much less care about baseless gossip."

I never expected to be praised by Ryan under these circumstances. His praise left a bitter taste in my

heart.

like a flower in a greenhouse. Only through sheer effort did I grow into a resilient weed. Now, it seemed

grew up without parents, relying on her aunt's family? Do your know how much she was looked down upon? If she hadn't been strong and independent, who could she rely on?" Grandpa sighed, frustrated. "Do you think she could rely on you, relying on a husband who hurts her every few

dimmed suddenly. "She has never talked

you're not worthy of her talking about these things. Ask

a good husband for a single

his lips. "You found me

me you disappointed, it's

and Ryan's

echoed in my

Ultimately, it tasted bittersweet.

ends with one party receiving

study

door frame as he came out. I noticed that he seemed slimmer after

his features were even more

slightly bowed, and blood still trickled down

"Your injury...

exterior, but seeing him like

lightly. His gaze

suppose," I admitted openly. "If a dog in the yard were injured, I'd ask

also administer medicine to the