Ex-husband’s Regret

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Zachary's head ached intensely.

Initially, he thought he would feel better after the IV drip, but now it felt like his blood pressure had risen due to anger. His vision blurred slightly.

He wanted to say something, but Jane had already shaken off his hand.

When he tried to grab her again, he missed his mark.

Then, everything went dark, and he collapsed.

Jane instinctively reached out to support him.

This wasn't just because he was Zachary, she would have helped anyone who suddenly fainted in front of

her.

"Stop pretending. If you don't get up soon, I'm letting go. If you fall and hurt yourself, don't blame me," she said, preparing to release him, but when she saw that he really was about to fall, she gritted her teeth and held him up. But her strength was limited, so she called out to Michael. "Help me out here."

Michael was reluctant but still took over holding Zachary from Jane, though he immediately thought about just dropping him.

However, he couldn't ruin his image in front of Jane.

"Jane, what's wrong with him?"

Jane reached out to touch Zachary's forehead.

He was burning hot.

How long had it been? His fever still hadn't broken?

He should have been hospitalized for treatment by now. Did he not fear pneumonia?

"Michael, I might need you to help me take him to the hospital."

Just as Michael was about to agree, the driver from the Collins family rushed over. "Miss Greenwood, please hand Mr. Collins to me." Jane was ready to get rid of this trouble. "Just take him directly to the hospital."

The driver took Zachary without a second thought, not even having time to consider the complications between Zachary and Jane.

The urgent matter was to get him to the hospital quickly, otherwise, he might lose his job if the Collins family found out. "Thank you, Miss Greenwood."

Jane felt unworthy of the gratitude but didn't want to say much, so she simply nodded.

Once the driver drove away, she turned to Michael and said, "You should go home too. Let me know when you get back."

Michael felt it was a pity, if he could go upstairs tonight, he could make more progress with her.

But he wasn't in a rush. He would treat Jane better so she could see his great qualities and eventually fall for him.

"I'll wait until you go inside. After you're upstairs, I'll take a cab home."

Jane had never felt this way before.

In the past, she had fought her way out of darkness all on her own.

But even after climbing out, she found herself still surrounded by darkness.

She thought about giving up, wanting to just end it all rather than continue suffering.

She wished she could be reborn, hoping for a happier family in her next life.

It was Charlotte who had pulled her out, holding her hand and giving her the courage to live.

In the years since, Charlotte had always been behind her.

But now Charlotte was starting her own family, and Jane didn't want to keep her tied to her.

Today, Michael seemed to play the role Charlotte once had.

He made her feel safe and illuminated, ensuring she would no longer walk alone in darkness.

She would no longer look back and find only endless darkness.

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People capable of such things were not limited to Michael alone.

Their arrangement had been understood from the start-it was just for fun.

She was well aware that loving Michael would be difficult for her.

Because...

As she thought of this, she smiled self-deprecatingly.

Humans were complicated.

They liked those who didn't reciprocate but were drawn to those who didn't like them, ending up battered and bruised. But it felt comfortable.

Jane waved goodbye to Michael.

She quickly returned home and sent him a message.

"Head off home now. It's quite cold out tonight."

"Message me when you get home."

Michael replied with a cute emoji and turned to take a cab.

As soon as he got home, he didn't even change his shoes and hurriedly messaged Jane.

"Jane, I'm home. You should rest early. Goodnight!"