Ex-husband’s Regret

"I couldn't ask for more. I heard you just left with Ryan. What happened? Did he bully you again?" She sent an angry emoji.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Before I could reply, a voice call came through. I immediately hung up, stating, "I'm fine, I'm in the car. We can talk when you're back."

Throughout the journey, Jack sensed my subdued mood and just let me be, not forcing any conversation. He gave me the space I needed to clear my mind.

As I unbuckled my seatbelt before getting out of the car, I said, "Jack, about what happened today, please don't take it to heart."

He slowly pressed the brake brought the car to a stop and smiled. "It's alright, I'm happy."

"Huh?" I was puzzled.

Jack turned his head towards me, teasingly saying, "Haven't you noticed? You haven't thanked me once today."

I pursed my lips. "But I should have..."

"I'm not reminding you to thank me." He interrupted me with a half-smile, then softened his voice." Between friends, there's no need for so much formality!

I chuckled softly. "Then remember to ask me for help when you need it in the future. I'll go up now."

"Sure."

He nodded briefly, and as I entered the apartment building, I heard the sound of his car driving away.

Back at Jane's place, I didn't even want to turn on the lights. In the faint moonlight, I quietly took a shower in the dark and was about to go to bed.

Despite feeling physically exhausted, and lying in bed, my mind was unnervingly clear.

Before, I only thought my marriage was a failure. After tonight, I even felt it was unfortunate...

Unexpectedly, Jane didn't mention Ryan's name for two consecutive days. Not a mention, not a question.

Completely unlike her gossipy personality.

The next morning, seeing her health had improved significantly, I finished breakfast and prepared to go to

the office.

She suddenly looked tense. "Charlotte, where are you going? To work?"

"Yeah, call me if you need anything."

"Please don't go, stay with me for a couple more days.

"What's wrong with you?"

+ instinctively felt something was off. Jane, who always spoke straightforwardly, seemed a bit evasive. Nothing. I just don't want to be without you..."

She suddenly received a text message. She picked up her phone, and instantly, she was furious as if she

wanted to kill someone with a knife.

I stopped changing shoes. "What's wrong? Who's bothering you? Or is something wrong with work?"

Although she had been on sick leave these days, her phone had been ringing incessantly, and her WhatsApp hadn't been quiet either. Despite being on sick leave, she hadn't let up.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Just stay at home and keep me company."

She pushed me into the room. "You go draw your designs, I'll go make a call."

Jane closed the door gently, but 30 seconds later, restrained yelling came from the balcony.

It was faint and indistinct, but Jane, oblivious as she was, didn't know that if one opened the window in the main bedroom, one could hear people talking on the balcony clearly.

"What kind of man are you? Damn it, even now you're advising me? Shouldn't you have told off your dumbass friend? Who else acts like him? What's the company gossip now? Oh, everyone's criticizing Jessica, and he suddenly transferred her to be his secretary? What was he thinking? Where does he place his wife?

"He's clearly supporting Jessica. He's upsetting Charlotte. Hasn't he thought about the consequences? People are already saying that Mr. Frost is making things clear that Jessica's his wife!"

"Charlotte's

been married to him for three years, all exchanged for a replacement by another woman? Does he not care about their marriage and Charlotte's feelings?"

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