Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182 

I couldn’t read him. 

Instinctively, I stepped back. “What do you mean?” 

“Let’s not get a divorce, okay?” Ryan held my wrist, feeling my pulse. “From now on, no matter what happens, I only want you. No one else.” 

“Including Lauren and Jessica?” 

“Yes.” 

“Ryan.” I found it absurd. “Do you even believe what you’re saying?” 

If it was a sudden awakening, it came too late. 

I didn’t expect him to believe me today, but that wasn’t enough to bridge all the past barriers between us. 

His voice was slow and deep. “Are you still unwilling?” 

I looked at him firmly and uttered five words. “Yes, I am unwilling.” 

If this decision had been made before losing the child, I might have agreed immediately. 

But now, I couldn’t think of any reason to say yes. 

Did he cross over me to help another person when I was knocked down? 

Or did he not hit hard enough when I miscarried? 

Our marriage had reached a dead end. 

Ryan fell silent for a long time, gripping my hand tighter. Finally, his eyes were clear, with a hint of irony. “I .could even pretend I didn’t see those photos. Isn’t that enough?” 

His words instantly felt like a bucket of cold water poured over me in midwinter, chilling me from head to toe, freezing my blood. 

I pulled at the corner of my mouth, but tears came before I could, and I forcefully broke free from his grasp. “So, you never really believed me?” 

“Ryan, so this is how you see me.” 

“Charlotte…” 

He suddenly looked panicked, reaching out to touch me. 

I evaded his touch, stepping back, shaking my head with a bitter smile. “In your eyes, I’ve already slept 

with someone else. Isn’t that filthy? Aren’t you disgusted to touch me?” 

He looked stunned for a moment. “I’m didn’t…” 

“Ryan, don’t be hypocritical!” 

With that, I turned and ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door shut. 

I hid in the bathroom, desperately trying to hold back, forcing myself not to cry, not to cry for him anymore. But tears rushed out one after another. 

+15 BONUS 

Even if I were determined to divorce, I wasn’t invulnerable. 

Person 

I was a living too, and I could feel pain. 

How could he insult me like this… 

Eight years, and this was what I got in the end. 

It was quite pathetic. 

After this incident, Ryan and I seemed to have reached some unspoken agreement. 

For three or four consecutive days, when I woke up, he had already left. When I went to sleep, he returned. 

We never saw each other, so it wasn’t difficult to endure. 

As for Jack, he sent me several WhatsApp messages, asking if I was okay and such.