Ex-husband’s Regret

With this little episode, I found myself distracted intermittently throughout the morning. It was as if there were an angel and a devil inside my head arguing.

One said, "See, he does care after all. He even remembered the day we first met."

The other countered, "But just recently, he forgot you were even from the Univeristy of Jelaston. How could he remember this date? Most likely, he asked someone like Tom. Don't fall into the trap of romanticizing!"

At noon, I shook off these complicated thoughts and invited Jane to have lunch at the canteen together. We used to order takeout or eat out frequently, but lately, I couldn't bear to walk an extra step and found the canteen's food to be fresher and cleaner, so I settled there.

As I approached the office area, someone had already packed my lunch. Suddenly catching a whiff of it made me feel nauseous, prompting me to rush to the toilet. After thoroughly emptying my stomach and enduring the bitter taste in my mouth, I leaned against the wall to steady myself.

I had never imagined before how painful pregnancy could be. Yet, the thought of the little life inside me made it all worthwhile.

"Are you throwing up again?"

I had thought everyone would be out for lunch at this hour, but upon opening the door, I saw Jessica standing at the sink.

My heart skipped a beat. If she found out about my pregnancy, she wouldn't let it go so easily. If Ryan found out about it, I wouldn't stand a chance in the custody battle.

Suppressing my nervousness, I tried to speak calmly. "Isn't it normal to throw up after having an upset stomach? You're quite idle if you have time to stand here and listen to me throwing up."

"Are you really just having an upset stomach?" she questioned, her eyes filled with deep suspicion and danger.

"And if I'm not?"

"It'd be better if you were."

She half-believed me.

After washing my hands and preparing to leave, Jessica suddenly spoke again, "Charlotte."

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At her words, my heart almost stopped. Yet, I managed to force a smile on my face. "If I were pregnant, would I still divorce Ryan and make way for you?"

She finally felt relieved. "That makes sense."

Then, she warned disdainfully, "You better be sensible and hurry up with the divorce. Don't cling onto Ryan."

"I understand."

Normally, I would have retorted sarcastically, but now I was afraid of giving myself away even by staying a second longer. I left immediately after saying those two words. Jane had already secured a spot in the canteen. brought the meal over, and she immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Why don't you look so good?"

"Since when did you pay so much attention to detail?"

I smiled wryly and briefly explained what had just happened.

Jane pursed her red lips. "She's still concerned whether you're pregnant or not. Seems like she doesn't know that everyone already knows she's the mistress." "When did that happen?"

"Just this morning. You and Ryan came to work together, right? Rumors spread, and many are guessing who's the real wife. Most think it's you and were waiting to see her embarrass

herself."

She scrutinized me and continued, "Speaking of which, how come you came to work together? Come clean, now."

Helplessly, I replied, "He moved to the Lake Garden last night."

"Huh?" Jane was bewildered. "Could it be he's had an epiphany and is preparing some grand gesture to win back his wife?"

I was at a loss for words.

Last night, I could have given her a definite answer, but now I became hesitant.

Ryan's thoughts were becoming more and more confusing to me.

Jane shook her head repeatedly. "This is bad, really bad. You won't be able to resist him if he comes back for another round. You will just fall for him again."

"It won't happen." I smiled bitterly. "Rest assured, there's also Jessica. She won't allow such a thing to happen."

"It also depends on what Ryan wants. Don't think he looks easy-going. He's actually ruthless and decisive. If he wants to deal with Jessica, it'll be a matter of minutes."