Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

He hoarsely said, "Let's head home."

The driver obediently headed towards Ryan's house.

Then came the three words from behind, "Go to Moon Lake Bay."

The driver hesitated for a moment.

He glanced at Ryan's expression in the rearview mirror, then turned the car around at the intersection.

The rain continued to fall, pounding on the car body, but Ryan felt as if it was still pelting down on him.

Bit by bit, it extinguished the inherent pride and nobility that was deeply ingrained in him.

The car stopped in the courtyard of the Moon Lake Bay villa. Before the driver could open an umbrella, Ryan had already ignored the rain and stepped out of the car. Entering this villa again, entering the home he shared with Charlotte.

He felt a disorienting sense of being lost in time.

As if, just yesterday, after coming back from drinking at a social event, Charlotte would still be there, welcoming him the moment she heard the noise, helping him to the sofa. Carefully making him a hangover soup.

"Young Master, are you not going back to the old residence tonight?"

Brenda heard the commotion and came out of the bedroom. With a snap, the lights were on.

Ryan squinted against the brightness. "Hmm."

"Oh my goodness, you're drenched! Go upstairs and take a hot shower. It's the hardest to recover from a summer cold!"

family. In front of Ryan, she was both a servant and a half-hearted elder who cared for him, urging him to go upstairs and change. Ryan didn't say much. After a slight nod, he went upstairs alone, sitting down on the sofa by the window and

Nothing had changed.

gone, he was gone, only Brenda remained

the traces left by three years

could no longer face

feeling both guilty and reluctant, didn't dare to face it anymore. After a long time, someone knocked on the bedroom door. It was

the table. "You must have had another social event tonight, right? This is a recipe I learned from I the Ms Wilson. She adjusted the proportions several times, and this is the best one for you. Remember to drink it before going to bed, so you won't have a

curved his lips, almost unable to make

Frost..." Seeing his dejected appearance, Brenda couldn't help but

Mr. William was gone.

I was gone.

longer had anyone that cared about

faintly. "Brenda, was I... very bad

then shook her head gently. "How could that be? You

he gave her

scenes, he provided

felt helpless and sympathized with them, "It's just that...

lifted his eyes. "What's

"Love."

seen their

you gave Charlotte maybe with another girl, you both

loving relationship,

was only after you, your feelings. So,

Ryan sat stiffly on the sofa, as if lost in