Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 108

I paused for a moment, feeling an indescribable sadness welling up inside me.

The whole world knew that I loved him. There was no room left in my heart for anyone else, yet he always thought I loved someone else.

If it were in the past, I would have wished to take my heart out and show it to Ryan, saying, Look, it's filled with your name." But now I can't do that anymore.

Even if I were to take it out, I doubt I could find his name on it. All that remains was devastation.

On the way back to Jane's house, Jane looked at me with concern, hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you tell him that you also had a miscarriage?" "It wouldn't make any difference."

I leaned against her shoulder, clutching my stomach, my voice feeble. "To exchange it for a moment of his change of heart, and then what?"

I had done such things too many times already. Trying again and again to reconcile, only to end up utterly ruined each time.

But this time, the cost was even heavier.

"Yeah..." Jane sighed deeply, holding back her tears, and said, "Let him be with the person who killed his child. When he finds out one day, let's see how he regrets it." "He might not regret it."

Thinking of how he had just questioned me with a cold face because of Jessica, I felt pitiful and pathetic.

What did it matter if he found out?

He would only choose Jessica's child over mine,

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street that

afar, but when I needed him to reach out and

as he held

I felt that my eight

He didn't love me.

died in front of him, he probably would have stepped

profound and earth-shattering

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she thought about it. "Charlotte,

my head gently and looked at the bizarre street scene outside,

after this happened, Grandpa could have

good would it do to go to the police station? Setting aside whether Jessica's guilt could be established not, just based on Ryan's power, he could easily turn the tables on me.

peace

today made me

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still a

I slept fitfully, scenes from the

the middle of the night, my entire back was soaked with cold

left, would he feel pain? He probably would. He was so small,

squeezing my heart, making it sore and painful, so much so that I couldn't breathe. I curled up on the bed,

my spirits to go to the office

Jane held me back and whispered, "Don't

on the postpartum care instructions all night. Originally, she didn't agree with me going to work today,

got it. Don't