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

that had taught me a profound

from afar, but when I needed him to reach out and

as he held her, roaring

that my eight years of love

He didn't love me.

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

profound and earth-shattering

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increasingly angry as she thought about it. "Charlotte, should we

shook my head gently and looked at the bizarre street scene outside, "Tell me, in Jelaston. today,

after this happened, Grandpa could have restrained Ryan. But Grandpa

to the police station? Setting aside whether Jessica's guilt could be established

I wanted was peace

crazy today made me increasingly feel that Grandpa's death was

a bad end wouldn't be just

a long

fitfully, scenes from the

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

left, would he feel pain? He probably would. He

so that

I rallied my spirits to go to the

back and whispered, "Don't touch cold water, don't overexert yourself, don't catch a cold or get chilled, got

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

it. Don't