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,

mea

on the street that had taught me

afar, but when I needed him to reach out and pull me, he ran towards

trembled as he held

I felt that my eight years of love were

He didn't love me.

died in front of him, he probably would have stepped over my body to rush

profound and earth-shattering

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it. "Charlotte, should we report

bizarre street scene outside, "Tell me, in Jelaston. today, how many people

Grandpa around before, even after this happened, Grandpa could have restrained Ryan.

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

peace and distance

today made me increasingly feel that Grandpa's death was probably closely

a bad end wouldn't

a long way to

fitfully, scenes from the day flashing through my

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

would he feel pain? He probably would. He was so small, barely even able to cry

sore and painful, so much so that I couldn't breathe. I curled up on the bed, barely

my spirits to go to the office for my last day

me back and whispered, "Don't touch cold water, don't overexert yourself, don't

on the postpartum care instructions all night. Originally, she didn't agree with me going to work today, but I really didn't want to delay any longer. The sooner I'm

got it. Don't worry,"