Ex-husband’s Regret

Although I hadn't considered continuing this marriage with Ryan.

Hearing Grandpa's resolute defense, my heart warmed.

Ryan pursed his lips. "I have disappointed Charlotte, but I never intended to marry another."

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"Never intended? If you never intended, why did Charlotte divorce you? Wasn't it because you broke her heart?" Grandpa didn't believe a single word.

Supporting himself on the edge of the ebony table, Ryan slowly stood up. "I truly never intended to. But I can't ignore Jessica either, especially since she's pregnant."

"You're quite the humanitarian!" Grandpa threw a teacup at him.

He didn't dodge it, taking the hit squarely on his forehead, which soon began to bleed. Despite this, his expression remained unchanged as he earnestly said, "I promised Aunt Wen that I would take care of her.

"What about Charlotte? There are strong rumors in the company that you brought Jessica closer, making everyone see Charlotte as the homewrecker. Do you think that's fair to her?"

"She... is much stronger and independent. She won't easily be influenced by others, much less care about baseless gossip."

I never expected to be praised by Ryan under these circumstances. His praise left a bitter taste in my

heart.

I wasn't naturally strong and independent; I had once been like a flower in a greenhouse. Only through sheer effort did I grow into a resilient weed. Now, it seemed like this was becoming the reason he repeatedly made me feel aggrieved.

"Have you ever thought about how Charlotte grew up without parents, relying on her aunt's family? Do your know how much she was looked down upon? If she hadn't been strong and independent, who could she rely on?" Grandpa sighed, frustrated. "Do you think she could rely on you, relying on a husband who hurts her every few days?"

Ryan's eyes dimmed suddenly. "She has never talked to me about these things."

"It's because you're not worthy of her talking about these things. Ask yourself with a clear conscience: have

you ever been a good husband for a single day?" Grandpa rebuked coldly.

Ryan pursed his lips. "You found me a good wife, but I disappointed you."

"It's not me you disappointed, it's Charlotte."

Seeming helpless, Grandpa's and Ryan's argument gradually quieted down.

The last words from Ryan echoed in my heart like a revolving door.

Ultimately, it tasted bittersweet.

Perhaps every peaceful separation ends with one party receiving the "good person card,"

Suddenly, the study door opened.

Ryan leaned on the door frame as he came out. I noticed that he seemed slimmer after not seeing him +15 BONUS

for a few days, and his features were even more profound.

His usually rigid posture was slightly bowed, and blood still trickled down his forehead.

"Your injury...

I tried to maintain a tough exterior, but seeing him like this, I couldn't help but show concern.

Ryan chuckled lightly. His gaze softened. "Concerned about me?"

"I suppose," I admitted openly. "If a dog in the yard were injured, I'd ask about it too."

"Would you also administer medicine to the dog?"

He stared at me seriously.

I nodded. "Yes."

"In that case, let's go. Help me with the medicine."

He supported himself on the wall with one hand and held my hand with the other as we walked towards

our room.

Instinctively, I tried to pull away. "But you're not a dog...

Ah...

Maybe I used too much force, as I accidentally touched his wound, causing him to inhale sharply with pain. He didn't let go of my hand, speaking softly, "But I feel pain too." "Uh..."

Seeing his expression, which didn't seem fake, I dared not move again.

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