Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 

“What does that mean? Is he suspecting that I’m cheating on him before we’re divorced? Well, he is indeed that kind of person,‘ I thought. 

I couldn’t be bothered to explain and just replied blandly, “A good friend. 

“What friend?” 

“Ryan.” I smiled softly and said gently, “Dead people don’t pry into matters.” 

Since he was willing to play the role of a dead ex–husband, he should be. professional about it. 

Ryan nearly burst out laughing, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he chuckled. “Alright.” 

I 

When we arrived at the graveyard and got out of the car, I headed straight up the stairs towards the hill. Seeing that Ryan didn’t follow, I had to turn back and wait for him. As I turned around, I noticed he was carrying a basket of yellow and white chrysanthemums that he had prepared earlier, and I couldn’t help but be a little taken aback. 

I pursed my lips. “Thank you.” 

“Thank me for what? It’s something I should do,” he replied calmly. 

When he caught up with long strides, we walked side by side towards my parents‘ grave. It was a good image to show my parents so that they didn’t have to worry about me. 

The graveyard was regularly maintained, and there was only a slight dusting of dirt on the tombstones. Strangely, even though my parents had been gone for so many years, I didn’t often think of them anymore. I didn’t spend nights crying under the covers like I did when I was a child. But now, seeing their photos on the tombstone, tears fell uncontrollably. Ryan, always aloof and reserved, surprised me by kneeling beside me. Mom, Dad, I’m sorry it took me so long to come with Charlotte to see 

you 

Ryan’s voice was gentle as he earnestly kowtowed three times. When he reached the last one, he said, “I didn’t do well before, but I’ll learn to…. 

in the future… 

I couldn’t hear the rest of his words as he deliberately lowered his voice, but it didn’t matter. We didn’t have a future anyway. 

“Dad, Mom.. 

Touching the photos on the tombstone, tears flowed more violently, and countless words ultimately turned into one sentence. “I miss you so much.” 

I missed them so much.. 

I missed being a child with a family. 

Since they died, I had no real family. Marrying Ryan, I thought I would finally have a family, but it was ultimately just a fantasy. 

I wiped my wet face over and over again, feeling so sad yet trying to force a smile. “Mom, Dad, I’m pregnant! It’s been eight weeks already! In a few more months, the baby will be born. I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, but I’m sure you’ll be happy regardless. I’m also happy, Mom, Dad. I finally have family again. I’ll definitely be good to the child, just like you were to me, giving him all the love. When the time comes, I’ll bring the child to see you.” 

I continued to whisper in my heart as I looked at the tombstone. I didn’t know if they could hear me. They say there was a spiritual connection. between family members, so they should be able to hear, right?