Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108 

I paused for a moment, feeling an indescribable sadness welling up inside me. 

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The whole world knew that I loved him. There was no room left in my heart for anyone else, yet he always thought I loved someone else. 

If it were in the past, I would have wished to take my heart out and show it to Ryan, saying, Look, it’s filled with your name.” But now I can’t do that anymore. 

Even if I were to take it out, I doubt I could find his name on it. All that remains was devastation. 

On the way back to Jane’s house, Jane looked at me with concern, hesitated for a moment, and couldn’t help asking, “Why didn’t you tell him that you also had a miscarriage?” 

“It wouldn’t make any difference.” 

I leaned against her shoulder, clutching my stomach, my voice feeble. “To exchange it for a moment of his change of heart, and then what?” 

I had done such things too many times already. Trying again and again to reconcile, only to end up utterly ruined each time. 

But this time, the cost was even heavier. 

“Yeah…” Jane sighed deeply, holding back her tears, and said, “Let him be with the person who killed his child. When he finds out one day, let’s see how he regrets it.” 

“He might not regret it.” 

Thinking of how he had just questioned me with a cold face because of Jessica, I felt pitiful and pathetic. 

What did it matter if he found out? 

He would only choose Jessica’s child over mine, 

mea 

The scene on the street that had taught me a profound lesson. 

He ran towards me from afar, but when I needed him to reach out and pull me, he ran towards someone else. 

He trembled as he held her, roaring angrily… 

Suddenly, I felt that my eight years of love were worthless. 

He didn’t love me. 

Even if I had died in front of him, he probably would have stepped over my body to rush to Jessica’s side. 

What profound and earth–shattering affection. 

+15 BONUS 

Jane became increasingly angry as she thought about it. “Charlotte, should we report this to the police?” 

I shook my head gently and looked at the bizarre street scene outside, “Tell me, in Jelaston. today, how many people can contend with Ryan?” 

With Grandpa around before, even after this happened, Grandpa could have restrained Ryan. But Grandpa had already passed away. 

What good would it do to go to the police station? Setting aside whether Jessica’s guilt could be established not, just based on Ryan’s power, he could easily turn the tables on me. 

Right now, 

all I wanted was peace and distance from them. 

Moreover, the words Jessica said before she went crazy today made me increasingly feel that Grandpa’s death was probably closely related to her. 

Those who meet a bad end wouldn’t be just me. 

There was still a long way to go. 

That night, I slept fitfully, scenes from the day flashing through my mind like a movie. 

In the middle of the night, my entire back was soaked with cold sweat, and my mind was unusually clear. 

My child… When he left, would he feel pain? He probably would. He was so small, barely even able to cry out in pain. 

It felt like someone was tightly squeezing my heart, making it sore and painful, so much so that I couldn’t breathe. I curled up on the bed, barely easing the pain a little. 

The next day, I rallied my spirits to go to the office for my last day of work. 

As I was about to get off the car, Jane held me back and whispered, “Don’t touch cold water, don’t overexert yourself, don’t catch a cold or get chilled, got it?” 

She had checked up on the postpartum care instructions all night. Originally, she didn’t agree with me going to work today, but I really didn’t want to delay any longer. The sooner I’m completely separated from Ryan, the better.