Ex-husband’s Regret

He was taken aback. "How did you know?"

We were getting divorced so there was no point hiding anything. I said, "That day, I overheard you and Grandpa talking in the office. I heard you admit that you no longer have any feelings for me. Actually, this marriage may have been wrong from the beginning."

"No."

He almost urgently denied, furrowing his brow as he recalled, explaining, "My acknowledgment wasn't about that question. You misunderstood..."

I wasn't eager to argue, simply watching him quietly with a faint smile. "So, did you ever love me?"

Ryan was briefly stunned, perhaps finding this question particularly difficult. "Charlotte..."

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I smiled lightly, seeming indifferent. "Have Gary send over the agreement I gave him. In the future, when you marry someone else, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to hold onto that share..."

He suddenly interjected forcefully, every word deliberate, 'I won't marry anyone else."

My eyelashes trembled. "Well... that's up to you. Anyway, it's not suitable for me to keep that share."

I admitted to myself that I wasn't that composed. After all, after loving someone for so many years, after divorce, it's not suitable to meet again. Let time erase all traces of the past, rather than repeatedly touching one's scars.

Moreover, if Jessica knew about the shares, he would probably make me restless. Since it's broken, don't leave any possibility of entanglement.

"Are you so afraid of having a relationship with me?"

Ryan's face darkened, glanced at his wristwatch, lips pursed. "I only have five minutes lett. If you don't want to sign it, we'll do it next time."

"Do it now." I gritted my teeth and decisively signed my name in the blank space.

No matter what the problem was, there would always be a solution..

What needed to be done were the formalities.

Back at the counter, the staff member had already checked the other documents and reviewed the divorce agreement.

After confirming it was correct, the divorce registration application was handed over.

"Sign this, and come back in 30 days to pick up the divorce certificate."

After the routine procedures, the staff member added, "I can see that you actually have feelings for each other. Other couples who divorce argue over money. You two are different, one wants to give up, the other doesn't want to."

"You've got it wrong. He has no feelings for me."

I smiled and said soberly, "He's simply got money."

"I've seen a lot of marriages and divorces, so I'm not mistaken. If you have feelings for each other, take advantage of the cooling-off period to think about it. If you regret it, come back to cancel it."

The silent man beside me suddenly spoke, "Can it be canceled at any time?"

"Yes, within 30 days, just come on a working day."

Then he pushed the signed registration application over.

When I walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau gate again, I felt a vague sense of waking from a big dream.

It seemed that these three years had only been a long dream.

The rain was still falling incessantly, and Ryan opened the umbrella at the door, his voice as damp as the air, "I'll walk you to your "Okay, thank you."

car."

I politely and distantly spoke, avoiding his attempt to put his arm around my shoulder, trying to behave like a proper ex-wife.

He didn't insist, and although the umbrella wasn't very big, not even a single hair got wet.

As he escorted me to the car, he suddenly called out to me. I instinctively responded with a nod and the next second, he tightly pulled me into his arms.

was a firm embrace, as if he wanted to merge me into his body.

It was

I thought of the last question he asked at the counter and couldn't help but want to confirm. "Ryan, you're definitely going to get divorced, right? You won't regret it halfway through, will you?" COIN BUNDLE: get more free bonus

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