Ex-husband’s Regret

It was the worst night's sleep I had ever since I became pregnant.

I kept reminding myself he was just my ex-husband, but emotions were beyond my control.

The next day, when I was about to leave for work with heavy dark circles under my eyes, Ryan

stopped me at the doorway.

He wore a tailored grey suit, exuding an unreachable elegance that only highlighted his perfect looks and figure.

He then just handed me a lunchbox. "Take some breakfast with you."

"Okay." I accepted calmly, saving me the trouble of buying breakfast again. As the father of the child in my womb, having one meal from him was not too much.

Seeing this, a faint smile appeared on his lips. "I'm also going to work. Let's go together."

"Let's not. Let's avoid trouble, lest your lover comes to me."

"She won't," he replied calmly.

"So you admit she's your lover now?" I couldn't help but ask disdainfully. After saying this, I walked straight out of the house and into the elevator.

In the underground car park, I noticed a familiar black Maybach parked conspicuously next to my car. Ignoring it, I got into my own car and was about to start it when Gary knocked on the

window with a smile on his face.

He had always been kind to me, and I shouldn't harbor resentment toward him because of

Ryan.

I lowered the window. "Gary, what's up?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Frost," Gary greeted me politely. Then, with a slightly awkward but polite smile, he continued, "Well, I might have run over a nail earlier, and my tire is flat. Could I hitch a ride with you? It's really hard to get a cab during rush hour..."

I chuckled softly. "Sure, get in."

"Let me drive. You injured your foot the night before last, right? You should rest more."

"Okay." I got out of the car and let him take the driver's seat, while I sat in the back.

After buckling up, it dawned on me. "How did you know I injured my foot the right before last?

"I was with Mr. Frost that day... ahem!" Gary paused mid-sentence, noticing Ryan's stern face emerging from the building entrance, nearly choking on his own saliva in a fit of coughing.

Then, he glanced at me for help. "I forgot to tell you, Mr. Frost also wants to ride with you."

"Okay," I agreed after a short pause.

Before Gary could say anything to Ryan, the latter had already opened the rear door.

"I've made a mistake at home just now," he stated seriously.

"What do you mean?"

He bent down to get into the car, adopting a casual posture. "That last sentence was a mistake."

I frowned and tried to recall the last sentence he said back in the house. I only remembered what he was talking about after the car left the car park.

"What mistake have you made?" I asked. My heart began to race, my question tinged with anticipation.

"I've never admitted," he replied in a deep voice.

I couldn't decide whether to feel relieved or disappointed. I lowered my gaze slightly. "Oh."

With that, the conversation ended. His words left me unsure of what to feel, and I couldn't really continue the conversation I had with Gary either.

In the past, when we drove to work together, Ryan would always instruct Gary to park in a discreet location, letting me out first to avoid anyone knowing his wife was me. Today, however, just as I prepared to get out of the car, Gary didn't stop.

I glanced at Ryan, feeling puzzled. His deep gaze was fixed on me, unwavering.

Before I could speak, he asked calmly, "Why are you staring at me?"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .