Ex-husband’s Regret

"Okay."

I sat down beside him and met Grandpa's sharp and clear gaze. It was making me feel increasingly uneasy.

In the spacious study, there was only Grandpa, me, and Albert, who was making tea at the side.

As expected, Grandpa knew everything. "Are you still going to get divorced?"

I didn't know what to say. I felt completely hopeless.

There was no use hiding my pregnancy anymore. "Yes... How did you know?".

Grandpa sighed, but he wasn't angry about being deceived. "You're independent and stubborn. You might make it seem that you don't really care about him, but have you ever taken your eyes off him before? Today was different, you didn't even give him a glance."

There was a hint of regret in Grandpa's voice.

After hearing those words, I choked and was at a loss for words.

Yes, one couldn't hide one's feelings for someone, even if one cover one's mouth, their feelings could be seen through their eyes.

Even Grandpa could see my feelings clearly, but Ryan still thought I liked someone else.

Was he deluded, or had he never cared about me?

I lowered my head slightly to cover the bitterness in my heart. I swallowed time after time and could only say, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

"It's me who should be apologizing to you,"

Grandpa gestured for Albert to bring me tea. "If I hadn't wanted you to marry that little brat, you wouldn't have done so

picked up the hot tea and took a sip as I shook my head. “No. You just... fulfilled my dream. If it weren't for you, I might have dreamed of marrying him. all my life. But now, I can move forward in my life without any regrets."Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

One would always want things that one couldn't get.

I was able to marry the man of my dreams and then felt disappointed. At least it was better than not being able to marry him at all.

At least I wouldn't keep on thinking about marrying him all the time.

Grandpa's eyes were filled with helplessness. "Originally, I wanted to persuade you both not to get a divorce. But after hearing what you've said, if I try to convince you again, it would just be me being too biased towards Ryan. You should know that to me, you're no different from my own granddaughter. Even without the title of Mrs. Frost, I wouldn't let anyone bully you!"

Grandpa emphasized the last sentence.

It was a guarantee and also reassuring.

It made me feel warm and I couldn't stop myself from sobbing. "Grandpa..."

"Charlotte," Grandpa called my name. The look on his face became dark and mysterious. "Do you know why I didn't want to let Jessica and her mother into the Frost family?" "Why?"

"Albert." Grandpa looked at Albert.

Albert understood and walked to the safe. He took out a folder and handed it to me respectfully after receiving orders from Grandpa.

"Open it and have a look," said Grandpa.

I was inexplicably nervous, with a premonition of peering into some secret.

Sure enough.

Inside the folder was a memory card and several photos from surveillance videos.

In the photos, there were two women. One was pregnant and the other had a good figure.

The former was Ryan's biological mother

I had seen her in the Frost family's family photo, and she was a beautiful lady

with an elegant aura.

I had accompanied Ryan to the hospital to visit the latter. She was Ryan's stepmother, Lauren Wood.

I looked at the photos one by one, my heart began to race faster and faster!

Finally, I looked up at Grandpa in disbelief.

I wanted to say something, but I seemed to have lost my voice. Grandpa understood what I wanted to ask and gave me an answer.