Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 175

In the end, it was the Renolds family's fault for mistreating him and his mother. He was just taking back what rightfully belonged to him.

I looked at Ryan. "Besides, even if he's not simple as he seems and I fell into his trap, it still has nothing to do with you."

"You have everything to do with me as long as I haven't received our divorce certificate yet/"

He seemed to chuckle in exasperation, tongue touching his cheek. "Charlotte, don't think about cheating on me."

With that said, he instructed the driver in a calm voice, "Drive! Back to the Frost family's residence!"

I was dumbfounded, staring at him with wide eyes. "What are you trying to do?"

"Until you bring me the divorce certificate, don't think about meeting Jack privately again!"

Hearing his tone that brooked no argument, I almost went mad with anger, struggling desperately. "You have no right to interfere with my life!"

He remained unmoved. "I do because I'm still your husband!"

I took a deep breath, speaking with a hint of mockery. "What kind of husband are you? Have you ever believed a single word I said?"

Ryan lightly furrowed his brow, his gaze deep. "About what happened at the hospital today?"

"What else?"

"You're not a child anymore. You should know that even if you call the police, everything still needs evidence." "Are you a police officer or my

intently, asking as calmly

could he be so clear-cut, claiming to be my husband on one hand and never believing me on the other? Can

pursing lightly. "But they

clenched my fists. "They're your lover and future mother-in-law, aren't

between me

yet you still suspect our relationship? What about you and Jessica? I'm afraid you've slept more than once!" The man's aura suddenly turned icy, each word clear. "I only have you as my woman, never touched anyone

I was somewhat stunned.

but looking at his

delving deeper wouldn't yield a clear result so I turned my head and asked, "What

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to Jack just now?"

"Want to know?"

"Yes."

"I said, a

instantly furious, gritting my

telling me, plain and simple, that he was