Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 188

A third party, and now a fourth party was being cursed at.

Never did I expect that just as I burst into laughter, a stifled chuckle echoed not far behind me.

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Startled, I turned around and met a somewhat carefree and unruly face, with a hint of roguishness at the comers of his lips. He wore a leather jacket and casually leaned against the wall. "Mrs. Frost has quite unique tastes."

Caught eavesdropping, I felt a bit guilty, but then dissipated it with a thought. "Aren't you the same?"

"I didn't want to interrupt your enjoyment."

"Well, you've interrupted it now."

I retorted, glancing at him. "Who are you, and how do you know about me?"

"Frank Smith." He told me his full name, abandoning his nonchalant demeanor and straightened up. "Mrs. Frost, goodbye."

With that said, he walked away, grabbed the bun of the wealthy heiress, and sarcastically remarked, Bethany, with your intelligence so dim that you can't even distinguish who the real Mrs. Frost is, you can forget about being a mistress."

Bethany frowned deeply. "Franky! What do you mean?"

nickname again, I'll

me a meaningful glance, and just when I thought he was going to reveal the truth to his "dear sister," he

I was somewhat surprised.

of affluent families

birthday party, and to be so calm in

I was thinking, my phone

"Where are you?"

voice came from the other

restroom on the first floor, just finished watching your fourth party confront the third party. They're both

What nonsense are you talking about? I'm

grew even colder, and soon

sighed regretfully. "You called too late, they just finished. Otherwise, you could have

I

from my face, but ultimately left

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still made

of him, but

years of marriage, the countless nights we had spent together, he had left me behind countless times for Jessica, including the moment when our child died. Those

feel upset, not feel disappointed when he asked me such a question

d my

a faint smile. "Yeah, we're about to get divorced soon anyway, so what