Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

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This problem shouldn't have occurred.

When I sewed the dress, the stitches were even and dense, and the dress was made to perfectly fit her body. Even if the strap broke, it should have stayed temporarily at the chest level and not fallen immediately. Unless, of course, the zipper at the back also broke at the same time.

But that was impossible.

The fabric and zipper suppliers were both the same as the ones used during my time at the Frost Group, and their quality was absolutely reliable. Regardless, this was a dress I had personally made.

I grabbed my coat, stood up, and ran onto the stage. Just as I was about to help her put on the dress, she slapped me across the face in a fit of rage!

"Are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to embarrass me today!!"

I instinctively covered my stinging face and, without hesitation, slapped her back. "Bethany, I'm not insane enough to ruin my own work!"

Bethany's eyes widened in fury, and she was about to lunge at me again when Ryan, who had appeared without my noticing, pulled her behind him with a stern expression and draped his jacket over her. He looked like he was protecting his wife.

Mrs. Shaw, accompanied by two bodyguards, came over, her chest heaving with anger. "Lock her up!"

Seeing Ryan frown, Mrs. Shaw sneered. "Mr. Frost, you're not going to defend her today, are you?"

"Of course not."

tone was indifferent and cold. "She's just an

"Good!"

command, the bodyguards immediately moved

Shaw family's territory, and she had two, bodyguards with her,

to resist. "You don't need to do anything. I'll leave on my

leading

but was firmly blocked

straight down to the hotel's underground car park, got into a car, and

bodyguards pulled me out of the car and shoved

storage room.

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quietly until Mrs. Shaw returns. Then we'll let you

go

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speak up. The small, dark, enclosed space made me anxious ever since the incident at home. "This is what Mrs. Shaw instructed. We're just following

that, the door

pitch black. My first reaction was to find my phone, but it was left in my bag at the hotel. I could only fumble for the light switch. After much effort, I found it, but no matter

repeated clicking sounds reached the bodyguard's ears outside

out through the door, "Don't bother trying. The storage room's power

no