Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 211

It was Bethany.

She stood in the blood-soaked area wearing white ankle boots. Seeing me stop closing the door, she slowly withdrew her hand, crossing it in front of her chest. "Charlotte, I advise you to back off. Stop entangling with Ryan."

She found my home address so quickly.

I furrowed my brows. "Whether it's you or Jessica, if you're sick, go to the hospital or find Ryan. Don't

bother me."

"Hey, stop pretending!"

She glanced inside the house and sneered. "I've checked. If it weren't for marrying Ryan, you, an orphan with deceased parents, wouldn't afford to live in a house like this even after several lifetimes." She lifted her chin, displaying the arrogance exclusive to the wealthy.

Losing my patience, I said coldly, "Oh, and what about you? If it weren't for your good fortune to be adopted by the Shaw family, could you stand here and talk like this? Could you arrogantly meddle in other people's marriages?"

Everyone knew how to make others feel uncomfortable.

She offended me first, so it was normal for me to fight back.

"Charlotte!"

to slap me, but I pushed her away. Staring at her feet that almost stepped into my house, I looked disgusted. "Don't

her teeth in anger, glaring at me hatefully. "Just you wait. Since you don't want it the easy way, then I'm

on someone's door 'being nice'?" I smiled wryly, retorting calmly, "Miss. Shaw, your version of 'being nice' is something I can definitely live

want to stay in the Frost

With Ryan's ability, if he insists on divorcing me, can

really couldn't understand why everyone was

doesn't want a divorce is Ryan,

of Ryan, only daring to

trouble, marrying into the Shaw family is the quickest and easiest solution! When he brings up the divorce

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"Don't worry."

made a wish for her. "Then I wish you a hundred years of happiness in advance, and may you

that, I was about to close

"Charlotte!"

her teeth. "Do you think I can't do anything to you? Yes, this is Jelaston, not like Jeswood where I can ignore everything, but dealing with you is still a piece of

looking at her coldly. "Are you on your period or