Ex-husband’s Regret

"Once everything's been taken care of, we'll get married right away, how about that?"

Frank stared at me for a long time without saying a word.

I could see the emotions swirling in his eyes-complex feelings of disbelief, joy, excitement, and perhaps even a hint of me stealing his chance to propose.

But in the end, he said nothing and simply hugged me.

I wanted to pat his back to comfort him, but remembering his injury, I gently patted the back of his head

twice.

"Go celebrate over there, I need to talk to Dr. Travis."

Frank released me, giving me one last look before moving aside to give Dr. Travis some space.

I turned to Dr. Travis and said, "I can't manage my feelings alone anymore. Please come up with a plan, and I will follow it strictly, as long as it can help me keep this child."

Frank immediately added, "We can keep the child, but not at the cost of making Charlotte suffer too

much."

Dr. Travis stroked his beard and asked, "Have you made your decision?"

"Yes." I recalled my earlier dream, a slight smile forming at the corners of my mouth. "I promised my grandmother I would bring the child to see her and let her be called 'great-grandma.' I can't go back on that promise." "Alright." Dr. Travis nodded. "As long as you cooperate with my method, I assure you that both you and the child will be fine."

I couldn't get out of bed, so I bent over slightly to thank him.

"No need to rush the thank me. You two can properly express your gratitude after you recover."

"That's a must."

In the days that followed, both Frank and I stayed in the hospital.

Once his fever broke, he got back to work.

The ward was filled with documents.

Sometimes I accompanied him while he worked, and at other times I walked downstairs with Dr. Travis, which was also part of the treatment.

I would wash fruits for him to eat, but they all ended up in my belly and that of the little one.

As time went by, I gradually began to show.

During a check-up, the doctor let Frank come in to listen to the heartbeat with me.

It was a magical feeling that left even him in awe.

He cocked his brows and said, "I can hear the baby saying she's my daughter."

I didn't believe it, but seeing Frank visibly relax, I played along.

"It seems she doesn't hold a grudge about what you said before, she still likes her dad."

During this time, Frank was quite cautious around me.

His usual laid-back demeanor was nowhere to be found.

He used to tease me often, but now he was serious, almost unrecognizable.

Back in the ward, I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry."

"Huh?"

Frank was once again taken aback by my sudden apology, but he understood why I felt the need to say it.

"It seems you didn't take my words to heart. You're not at fault, Charlotte. None of this was caused by you.

"Now that those people are gone, we don't need to suffer because of their malice."

I reached out to cup his face, looking at him seriously, "But Frank, I really owe you an apology."

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I asked, "So, do you accept my apology?"

Frank's large hand covered mine, enveloping it completely as he looked back at me earnestly and said, " Charlotte, you never need to apologize to me."