Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 310

"I'm sorry..." He was momentarily stunned, as if suddenly coming to his senses. "I'm sorry. I just want to start over with you."

"Why?" I looked at him coldly. "Ryan, honestly ask yourself, why do you want to start over with me?"

In the past, I would earnestly believe whatever he said..

It only led to a disastrous outcome, with me battered and bruised.

Now that I've finally woken up from that dream, I refuse to repeat the same mistakes.

His thin lips pressed together. "Because..."

I interrupted him with a mocking smile. "Because you're used to winning, and you're just unwilling to accept not getting what you want."

I never believed in those stories of realizing deep love only after a breakup.

"It's not that." Ryan denied firmly, his eyes were dark, as if they wanted to draw me into a vortex. "I can't live without you. Charlotte, I'm used to having you at home, used to hearing you call my name unexpectedly in an empty house, used to you waiting for me to come home no matter how late it is..."

It was all about habits, just habits.

doll kept by the bedside for years, losing

a deep breath, suppressing my anger, and spoke with cutting clarity, "So just because you're not used to it, I have to start over with you? Ryan, I've had enough! As for being Mrs. Frost, it was interesting once, but now

slightly.

don't want you anymore. Do you think I'm just a trash can that

When he looked at me again, his gaze was a little colder, though his eyes were reddened. His tone carried a mix of sarcasm

become the admired 'Mr. Frost'

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one who had fallen, it would be hard to get

cut ties completely no

smiled, lifting his hand to almost feverishly caress

swiftly withdrew his hand and strode

of the elevator arriving echoed, both the entrance and the elevator area fell silent

that had

leaned against the door, slowly calming my breath and adjusting my clothes that had

adjusting, I felt something was off and instinctively looked toward the other side of

doorframe, arms crossed, as if he had just watched a grand performance. When our