Ex-husband’s Regret

Kevin continued after a short pause, "But it's very risky.

Simone's face twisted with anger. "I'm not afraid of risks."

Compared to the risks, she feared even more that all her hard work would be ruined in an instant. Back then, she had sacrificed her dignity to take everything from Yasmin, climbing step by step to where she was now. She absolutely could not let Yasmin's daughter take everything back from her.

In the following days, Frank was extremely busy, working around the clock. I often struggled to stay awake on the sofa in the living room, waiting for him to come home, but couldn't resist the early pregnancy fatigue and would eventually fall asleep. When I woke up again, I was already in bed. And once again, the space next to me was empty.

Originally, due to the instigation of Mr. Smith, the board of directors at the Smith Group would frequently cause problems, requiring Frank's attention. Now, he also needed to allocate some of his energy to help me with the Shaw family's issues.

I wanted to be involved, but he wouldn't agree. His reason was that I was pregnant and shouldn't worry too much. Even if I wanted to, I had to wait until the third month to be stable.

Meanwhile, his own SZ Technology was also facing issues.

One morning, as it was rare for me to send him off, I looked at his bloodshot eyes and couldn't help but say, "Why don't you just sleep in the company's lounge for now? You don't need to keep running back and forth. The time spent traveling could be used for catching up on sleep."

The company's lounge was within the office, fully equipped with daily necessities and clothes.

Frank flicked my forehead. "Most people wish their husband would come home, but you're pushing me away?"

"Stop with the husband talk. We're not even married yet."

"Oh?"

Frank's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Then how about I make some time today, and we go get a marriage certificate?"

I pushed him out the door. "Don't be so perfunctory with your proposal. I won't agree to that."Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Frank followed my push until we reached the elevator. He suddenly turned around, looking down at me.

4 became cautious. "What's wrong?"

Frank remained silent, only gesturing for me to come closer.

Thesitated. He continued to look at me without saying anything. Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, I moved closer to him. Japproached and looked up at him. "What's going on...

Suddenly, his large hand gripped the back of my head, stopping the words that were about to come out of my mouth.

I thought it would be just a kiss, but instead, he bit down on my lips and pressed in. I struggled to breathe, and eventually, had to pinch his slender waist to get him to let go.

Frank finally released me. I stepped back, breathing heavily, and accidentally noticed him wiping away the moisture from his lips.

My ears turned suddenly warm.

Frank looked at me, his gaze dark and his voice rough, "Wait for me tonight."

But by nightfall, I waited until I fell into a deep sleep again, and he still hadn't returned.

Even when I woke up in the morning, the spot next to me was cold.

Frank had not come home.

I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

No answer.

I tried calling twice more before the call connected. "Charlotte."

It was Alan's voice.

I quickly asked, "Where is Frank?"

Alan replied, "Frank is in a meeting."

I couldn't relax; something felt off, though I couldn't pinpoint it. I pressed further, "Is something wrong?"

"Frank will call you back soon. Don't worry."

Hearing this, I had no choice but to wait.

I knew Alan was tight-lipped and only served Frank, so I didn't want to press him.

Anyway, Frank wouldn't hide anything from me.

Just as I was about to put down my phone and get up to wash up, the phone vibrated again. I thought it might be Frank calling back, so I quickly answered, only to find an unfamiliar number. Usually, I would assume it was a telemarketer and hang up, but this time, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Are you a relative of Ben? Ben had a car accident and needs surgery. Please come over immediately."

I frowned and said, "I'm not."

The voice on the other end was confused. "But his last call was to you."

I didn't have Ben's number saved and had no need to contact him. Why would he have called me?

I felt that something was off.

"But I'm really not."

I pursed my lips. "Check if there's a note for Simone. Call her. She's Ben's wife and the one most qualified

to sign the surgery consent form."