Ex-husband’s Regret

"Charlotte."

His gaze lingered on me, emotions swirling in his eyes. "I regret going to the Civil Affairs Bureau with you." "Huh?"

"I can't bear to divorce you."

His voice was low, as if veiled in mist.

I licked my lips, nodded towards the elevator about to arrive. "I've got to go."

I had said what needed to be said. Those futile struggles would only add to the trouble.

"I said I'll n

"Ryan!"

you a lift..."

The elevator doors opened, and inside was unexpectedly Jessica, her face lit up in surprise, softly saying, " Didn't you say you wouldn't be free to come this afternoon? You couldn't bear to leave me alone, could you?"

Without looking back, I stepped into the elevator, pressed the floor button, not even sparing a glance to see what expression Ryan had.

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What I must learn now was to let go. Let go of someone I had pursued for eight years but couldn't keep up with.

On the way home, Jack called.

I answered with a smile, "Jack, what's up?"

"The design you submitted for the competition, has anyone else seen it?"

His tone was serious and cautious.

I had a bad feeling, slowed down the car, and carefully recalled, "Except for Jane, no one else."

Except for leaving it at the company overnight, the design hadn't left my house.

There was a slight silence on the other end of the line, and I couldn't help but ask, "Is something wrong?"

"Let's talk in person, shall I come find you?"

"It's alright, I'll be go to the MS Group. I just happen to be out as well."

turned at the traffic light. "Shall I wait for you at the café?"

He agreed readily.

About 20 minutes later, when I arrived at the Starbucks next to the MS Group's affice building, I saw Jack through the windows.

In a beige shirt paired with khaki casual pants, he looked particularly refined and gentle, yet distant in a

way that made him hard to approach.

As 1 approached, that distance seemed to dissipate. He smiled lightly and handed me a hot drink, "Have something hot." "Okay."

I wasn't too picky about what I drink, but after taking a sip, I looked at him in surprise. It was my favorite

drink.

Jack often made me feel like he understood me very well.

But I didn't know when he had come to understand mel

After two sips, I got straight to the point, "Something definitely happened, right?"

"Yeah." He nodded, carefully choosing his words. "Your design was plagiarized. But don't worry too much. It's your own work, no one can take that away." "How is that possible?"

I straightened up immediately, finding it hard to believe

His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of seriousness in his expression. "The other party submitted theirs earlier than you. She sent it to us last night."

I was bewildered. "Can you tell me who it is? Or do we need to wait for your group's decision?"

Although not a formal competition, being hosted by the MS Group meant it had considerable influence in the design industry.

If mishandled, someone's reputation could be ruined.

Jack didn't beat around the bush, he said straightforwardly, "It's Jessica."

'Jessica?"

'This is her design, take a look."

He handed me his phone as he spoke.