Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224 

Frank threw out these words and glanced at me. “What are you standing there for? Let’s go.” 

“Okay.” 

He’s tall with long legs, taking big strides. I struggled to keep up with him because my dress hem was hindering me. 

Just as we were about to reach the hotel door, a strong grip seized my wrist from behind, “Charlotte!” 

I stopped in my tracks and looked at Ryan, his expression dark. I composed myself and asked calmly, “What’s wrong, Mr. Frost, is there something?” 

Frank also turned back, his eyebrows slightly raised. 

There was a deep melancholy in Ryan’s eyes. “Are you, Mr. Smith, also interested in interfering in marital affairs?” 

“I have no interest in that.” Frank smiled. “Just wanted to remind Mr. Frost that bigamy is illegal.” 

Ignoring Frank’s remark, Ryan firmly dragged me along without a word. 

Frank furrowed his brows. “I’ll be waiting in the car for you.” 

With that said, Ryan’s grip on my wrist tightened even more! 

His pace quickened even more. 

He dragged me all the way to a secluded spot with no one around, pushed me against the wall, and there was a hint of inexplicable anger in his cold eyes. “Are you and Frank close?” 

It was a direct and forceful questioning. 

My shoulder blades knocked against the hard wall, causing pain. I retorted angrily, “What does it have to do with you?” 

If I’m not mistaken, right now, we’re just one divorce certificate away. 

I just wanted a clean breakup. Whether he was with Jessica, Bethany, or anyone else had nothing to do with me anymore. 

And he shouldn’t interfere in my life either. 

He squeezed out each word through gritted teeth. “What does it have to do with me? You be indifferent, but I can’t!” 

I suddenly felt like laughing after hearing those words. “What do you mean?” 

“Charlotte…” Ryan’s voice suddenly softened, leaning against my forehead, his usually deep and magnetic voice now tinged with bitterness. “It seems… you no longer get jealous.” 

It was disappointment, desolation. 

After all, he was a man I had truly loved for over eight years. Seeing him like this left me feeling 

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uneasy. 

I turned my head away, looking into the distance, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. “Indeed… I no longer do.” 

In the past, I had been jealous countless times because of him and Jessica. 

With each instance of his favoritism and choice not being me, I grew numb. 

I couldn’t even recall the specific instances anymore. 

Whether it was him giving Jessica a promotion that should have been mine, their flirtatious banter, him sending me alone for prenatal check–ups because of Jessica, or his repeated betrayals, or… when 

I lost our child, he was by someone else’s side, accusing and yelling at me. 

Each time, those careful expressions of love dissipated a bit more, until finally, they disappeared