Ex-husband’s Regret

It turned out that it wasn't my imagination or a misunderstanding on my part. Even my husband was now treating me as the person in this relationship who couldn't be seen by others.

While incessantly questioning me about my relationship with Jack, he also instructed me to hide behind the door and not come out.

It was hilarious.

"It's not what you think." Ryan reached out to touch my shoulder. I Instinctively stepped back, looking at him awkwardly. I didn't want to cry, but tears welled up in my eyes in an instant. "Don't touch me." 'Don't touch me. My mind went blank in waves, leaving only this one thought.

"Charlotte, don't jump to conclusions. I just don't want to....

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The expected knocking interrupted his words.

Jessica must have caused a scene in each private room, determined to find Ryan and me. Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken this long.

"Go home and wait for me, I'll explain later."

Before Ryan opened the door to leave, he left these words in a deep voice.

When I came back to my senses, the commotion outside the door had escalated. The door was forcefully locked from the outside, preventing anyone from going in or out.

It was not just that I wanted to get out, but those outside also wanted to come in.

"Why are you stopping me? I'm not going to do anything! Ryan, have you fallen for her? Why are you treating me like this..."

“Jessical” Ryan's harsh voice cut her off. "I'll ask you one more time, are you leaving or not?"

"Alright, I'm leaving! Why are you being so harsh?" Jessica muttered in a coquettish voice.

Soon, the noisy sounds outside disappeared.

I leaned against the door panel to calm myself down, then slowly opened the door and walked out.

Unexpectedly, while the protagonist left, the onlookers hadn't dispersed yet. It seemed that everyone wanted to know what kind of person this "other woman was.

I wanted to reassure myself that as long as my conscience was clear, that was enough, but the disdainful and scornful looks felt like knives, stabbing into my chest one by one.

The pain made it hard for me to stand upright.

But the more this happened, the straighter I stood, walking confidently with every step, I repeatedly told myself, this wasn't a big deal.

Compared to the past, when my parents died, the family went bankrupt, and creditors blocked the door demanding payments, I even felt how hard their shoe soles were on my face. I told them my parents had

passed away, but they didn't believe me and kept me locked in a dark room for two days. It wasn't until the police came that I saw the light again.

What was happening now was nothing compared to that. I just suddenly felt a bit of resentment.

Resentment towards Ryan's coldness, resentment towards Ryan's partiality. Resentment that he clearly didn't love me, yet he promised to marry me. The door of Jane's private room suddenly opened, Jack looked somewhat urgent. When he saw me, he quickly rushed over.

"You and Ryan didn't leave?"

"No," I replied faintly.

Jack fell silent for a moment. He probably heard the commotion outside just now, but didn't mention it, only asking, "Want to go in for a while?" Looking inside the door, it was obvious that it was lively.

It seemed that Tom had done something to provoke Jane, and in return, a few others were complaining. Nevertheless, since no one cared about the money, they were all willing to see Tom try every means to win the girl's favor.

I shook my head. "You go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I want to go back first. Could you please pass on the message to Jane for me?"

My mood was so heavy that I couldn't muster the spirit to enter. Even if I did go in, I would just ruin the

fun.

"I was just about to leave too." Naturally, he checked his wristwatch and said, "I'll give you a lift."

"Okay.

I felt exhausted, wanting only to go home as quickly as possible and retreat into my shell.

After getting into Jack's car, I took out my phone and sent a message to Jane.

"Jane, may I continue to stay at your house for a while?"Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Before Ryan moved out, I didn't want to return to the Lake Garden.

I hadn't forgotten what he said to me just before he left. "Go home and wait for me."

But why did I always have to stand where I was and wait for him?

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