Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)
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Chapter 182

I couldn't read him.

Instinctively, I stepped back. "What do you mean?"

"Let's not get a divorce, okay?" Ryan held my wrist, feeling my pulse. "From now on, no matter what happens, I only want you. No one else." "Including Lauren and Jessica?"

"Yes."

"Ryan." I found it absurd. "Do you even believe what you're saying?"

If it was a sudden awakening, it came too late.

I didn't expect him to believe me today, but that wasn't enough to bridge all the past barriers between us.

His voice was slow and deep. "Are you still unwilling?"

I looked at him firmly and uttered five words. "Yes, I am unwilling."

If this decision had been made before losing the child, I might have agreed immediately.

But now, I couldn't think of any reason to say yes.

Did he cross over me to help another person when I was knocked down?

Or did he not hit hard enough when I miscarried?

Our marriage had reached a dead end.

Ryan fell silent for a long time, gripping my hand tighter. Finally, his eyes were clear, with a hint of irony. "I .could even pretend I didn't see those photos. Isn't that enough?"

His words instantly felt like a bucket of cold water poured over me in midwinter, chilling me from head to toe, freezing my blood.

I pulled at the corner of my mouth, but tears came before I could, and I forcefully broke free from his grasp. "So, you never really believed me?"

"Ryan, so this is how you see me."

"Charlotte..."

He suddenly looked panicked, reaching out to touch me.

I evaded his touch, stepping back, shaking my head with a bitter smile. "In your eyes, I've already slept

with someone else. Isn't that filthy? Aren't you disgusted to touch me?"

He looked stunned for a moment. "I'm didn't..."

"Ryan, don't be hypocritical!"

With that, I turned and ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door shut.

I hid in the bathroom, desperately trying to hold back, forcing myself not to cry, not to cry for him anymore. But tears rushed out one after another.

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Even if I were determined to divorce, I wasn't invulnerable.

Person

I was a living too, and I could feel pain.

How could he insult me like this...

Eight years, and this was what I got in the end.

It was quite pathetic.

After this incident, Ryan and I seemed to have reached some unspoken agreement.

For three or four consecutive days, when I woke up, he had already left. When I went to sleep, he returned.

We never saw each other, so it wasn't difficult to endure.

As for Jack, he sent me several WhatsApp messages, asking if I was okay and such.

Ryan was becoming paranoid, and no one could handle him. Moreover, their relationship had already soured enough. I didn't want to make things worse.

Besides, there was no need to involve Jack any further,

I

I replied to him every time that I was fine, reassuring him.

That night, after finishing my nightly routine and lying half-sitting in bed reading, I suddenly heard urgent voices downstairs.

Instinctively, I prepared to go down and check. Just as I opened the door, I heard Albert's voice almost pleading, "Even if you don't care about your own health, think about Mr. William. If your health deteriorates, what will happen to the Frost family?"

In this vast old mansion, the only people Albert addressed with such respect were Ryan and me.

My hand froze on the doorknob, feeling a tug in my heart, then quickly calming down.

He was almost 30 years old and should be aware of his own health.

'That's right.' With that thought in mind, I closed the door again.

Before the door closed completely, I heard Ryan's the person with the hoarse voice saying, "It's nothing serious. Just call the doctor to come over."

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