Ex-husband’s Regret

It was the worst night's sleep I had ever since I became pregnant.

I kept reminding myself he was just my ex-husband, but emotions were beyond my control.

The next day, when I was about to leave for work with heavy dark circles under my eyes, Ryan

stopped me at the doorway.

He wore a tailored grey suit, exuding an unreachable elegance that only highlighted his perfect looks and figure.

He then just handed me a lunchbox. "Take some breakfast with you."

"Okay." I accepted calmly, saving me the trouble of buying breakfast again. As the father of the child in my womb, having one meal from him was not too much.

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on his lips. "I'm also going to work. Let's go together."

"Let's not. Let's avoid trouble, lest your lover comes to me."This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"She won't," he replied calmly.

"So you admit she's your lover now?" I couldn't help but ask disdainfully. After saying this, I walked straight out of the house and into the elevator.

In the underground car park, I noticed a familiar black Maybach parked conspicuously next to my car. Ignoring it, I got into my own car and was about to start it when Gary knocked on the

window with a smile on his face.

He had always been kind to me, and I shouldn't harbor resentment toward him because of

Ryan.

I lowered the window. "Gary, what's up?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Frost," Gary greeted me politely. Then, with a slightly awkward but polite smile, he continued, "Well, I might have run over a nail earlier, and my tire is flat. Could I hitch a ride with you? It's really hard to get a cab during rush hour..."

I chuckled softly. "Sure, get in."

"Let me drive. You injured your foot the night before last, right? You should rest more."

"Okay." I got out of the car and let him take the driver's seat, while I sat in the back.

After buckling up, it dawned on me. "How did you know I injured my foot the right before last?

"I was with Mr. Frost that day... ahem!" Gary paused mid-sentence, noticing Ryan's stern face emerging from the building entrance, nearly choking on his own saliva in a fit of coughing.

Then, he glanced at me for help. "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Frost also wants to ride with you."

"Okay," I agreed after a short pause.

Before Gary could say anything to Ryan, the latter had already opened the rear door.

"I've made a mistake at home just now," he stated seriously.

"What do you mean?"

He bent down to get into the car, adopting a casual posture. "That last sentence was a mistake."

I frowned and tried to recall the last sentence he said back in the house. I only remembered what he was talking about after the car left the car park.

"What mistake have you made?" I asked. My heart began to race, my question tinged with anticipation.

"I've never admitted," he replied in a deep voice.

I couldn't decide whether to feel relieved or disappointed. I lowered my gaze slightly. "Oh."

With that, the conversation ended. His words left me unsure of what to feel, and I couldn't really continue the conversation I had with Gary either.

In the past, when we drove to work together, Ryan would always instruct Gary to park in a discreet location, letting me out first to avoid anyone knowing his wife was me. Today, however, just as I prepared to get out of the car, Gary didn't stop.

I glanced at Ryan, feeling puzzled. His deep gaze was fixed on me, unwavering.

Before I could speak, he asked calmly, "Why are you staring at me?"

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