Ex-husband’s Regret

"That's even less likely."

Unless one day he learned the truth about his mother's death, maybe his attitude towards Jessica would change slightly. But before that, things would be difficult.

Speaking of which, I couldn't understand why Grandpa didn't tell Ryan. I would have to visit the Frost family's residence one day and ask.

As we finished eating, I returned to the main topic. "By the way, Jane, did you manage to get tickets for the concert?"

Jane had more connections within the company. When it came to finalizing the concert plans, I had to ask her to help me get tickets.

Jane gestured to the ceiling and complained, "I don't know what's going on with the tickets this time. Only the President's office has them, and they only have one per person." "Only the President's office?"

"Yeah, if you really want them, why not take advantage of Ryan while he's wanting to please you? Ask him, he'll surely provide as many as you need."

"I think I'll pass."

It was better for me and Ryan to keep our distance as much as possible. However, I was the only one who had such a thought.

Just as I returned to my office, Ryan called. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window and answered. The voice on the other end of the line was attractive and pleasant. "Do you have time Saturday night to go to the concert together?"

"Do you have extra tickets?"

I didn't ask for them, but since they were offered, I had to try to get one for Nancy.

"Yes."

"Can you bring two over for me?" Nancy wanted to bring a friend along, so she needed two tickets for- insurance.

"I'll have Gary bring them down to you now."

"Okay."

"What about you?"

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"I answered your questions. You haven't answered mine." His voice lowered.

At his words, I softened and looked down. "I'm free."

Back in the days of unrequited love, I often listened to Eason's songs over and over again. Now, attending this concert with him could be considered a solemn farewell. A proper and dignified end to my eight- year-

long love affair.

Living together again with Ryan wasn't as comfortable as it had been in our honeymoon phase. Reuniting after breaking up was never that simple.

Fortunately, Ryan was busy with work, often coming and going at odd hours. By the time he left, I was still asleep, and by the time he returned, I was already asleep.

That night, I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and heard the doorbell ringing continuously.

Looking through the peephole, I saw Gary, struggling to support Ryan's tall and straight figure.

His eyes were slightly drooping, with a hint of haziness, but his facial contours were sharp and defined, exuding a more intimidating aura than when he was sober.

Was this what he looked like when he was drunk?

I opened the door. "Have you had too much to drink?"

"No, Mr. Frost said you seem to dislike the smell of alcohol lately and rarely drank at social events."

Gary was an amiable person, but his face was quite dark at the moment. "He only had a drink today, but was still drugged. It was my fault."

"Who would do something so despicable?" I frowned.

There were plenty of underhanded tactics in the business world, but Ryan's status and position were clear. Most people wouldn't dare to play such tricks. "It's just..."

Before Gary could continue, Ryan half-lifted his eyelids and interrupted in a low and hoarse voice. It was a warning. "Gary."

He didn't want me to know.

I didn't ask further, and with Gary's help, I guided him to the sofa. Even through his clothes, I could feel how hot his body was, which startled me. "Why not take him to the hospital?"

Gary rubbed his nose. "Mr. Frost was afraid of falling into another trap and insisted on coming back to find you."

'Find me?'

What use could I be? I was just someone who was going to become his ex-wife. Such a scene gave me a headache. "Have you contacted the doctor?" "No, Dr. Lowe has gone abroad this week, and Mr. Frost doesn't trust other doctors."

"Sorry for all this trouble, Mrs. Frost."

Before I could respond, Gary left with these meaningful words, escaping quickly.