Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 

Seeing the incoming call on my phone, I felt I was imagining things. After a moment’s pause, I answered, Hello.” 

“Are you at home?” 

He sounded like he was in a vast, empty space, his voice low and tinged with weariness. 

I stood up and walked to the balcony, stretching my neck to relieve the stiffness, enduring the discomfort, and deliberately asked, “Hmm, are you still busy?” 

Thinking about it, Jessica had lost so much blood. How could he be at ease? 

“I’m almost done.” 

For some reason, his voice cleared up a little. “The ticket is on the console by the entrance. Remember to take it when you leave.” 

Although it was expected, hearing it from him still left a bitter taste in my mouth. “You’re not coming?” 

“What are you talking about? Let’s meet at the entrance of the stadium…” He chuckled softly. 

But just as he was speaking, a weak yet desperate question interrupted him suddenly, “Ryan, who are you calling? Didn’t you promise me…” 

The voice abruptly stopped. 

It wasn’t Ryan who stopped her. The call was abruptly cut off. 

Why did I feel like we were the ones having an affair and I was the mistress? 

I stared blankly at the screen of my phone, feeling an endless bitterness surging up. My heart felt like it was tightly squeezed by an invisible hand, suffocating me. 

I couldn’t understand why Ryan did this, or what kind of situation he wanted to create. 

He insisted on moving in together, caring in every way, and even went to work with me publicly, making everyone at the company aware of my identity, as if he cared deeply about me. 

Just as I was about to change my mind, he left me aside and spent the night by Jessica’s side. 

And… he got her pregnant as well. 

Ryan, what am I in your heart after all? 

As this question surfaced in my mind, the screen of my phone lit up again. It was a text message. 

“Head into the stadium first if you don’t see me before the gates close.” 

This was his answer. 

Once again, he chose Jessica. 

I stared at the message box, repeatedly reading that sentence until my eyes hurt. 

Even breathing became painful. 

Ryan had allowed me to experience being abandoned multiple times now. Each time, it left a mark on my 

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heart. 

As I looked at the message, I began to laugh. 

I was laughing at my own foolishness. 

Even when hurt deeply, I would still go running back to him whenever he curled his fingers at me. 

But I didn’t blame myself. 

As Jane said, one–third of my life had been spent with him. 

From cautiously admiring from afar, to anxiously getting what I wanted, I had tasted all the bitter and sweet flavors of loving someone. 

Eight years, it would be hard to let go of even a dog. 

I slouched on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time, until it was almost time, then got up to put on makeup.