Ex-husband’s Regret

As I stepped out the door, I saw Jane's car.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

I smiled as I got in.

Jane started the engine, her smile ambiguous. "No problem."

I buckled my seatbelt, feeling a bit shy about the topic, especially since it involved me.

I changed the subject and asked, "Tell me honestly, have you really given up on Zachary?"

Jane raised her hand in a vow. "I couldn't be more serious, I'm more genuine than pearls." There were some things I decided not to say.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Once I figured out what Zachary really meant, I could address it then.

Zachary had waited at the Half-Mount Teahouse all day.

But he didn't see Jane.

Earl Grey tea was supposed to cool him down, but it only made him more agitated.

If he had known, he might as well have gone to a bar.

But he felt a bar wasn't a proper place for serious conversations.

Now, he found himself in a bit of a mess.

"Drinking tea alone?"

Just hearing that lazy, irritating voice, Zachary knew who it was without looking up.

Frank sat down opposite him, pouring himself a cup of tea and taking a small sip, teasing, "Looks like you're pretty worked up these days."

Zachary shot him a dispassionate glance. "What do you want?"

Frank leaned back in his chair, amused. "I mean, your fever hasn't gone down yet, so of course you're upset."

He knew why Zachary was like this but chose not to mention it.

Zachary couldn't sit still anymore and stood up to leave.

Frank knocked on the table. "Alright, don't sulk. In a couple of months, it's my wife's birthday, can you help me out?" Zachary refused. "I'm busy."

After saying that, he realized something was wrong. "You're not asking for..."

Frank nodded calmly. "Yep."

Zachary was rendered speechless.

Jane took me to the outskirts of the city.

I was a bit surprised. "Is the dress fitting place around here?"

Jane nodded. "This dress is from the medieval period. It witnessed a very loving couple during the turmoil of war when love couldn't prevail, and despite the sadness, they freely fell in love and eventually got married, hand in hand until they were a hundred. With the blessing of many descendants and a happy life, I think this dress is perfect for you. Its design is very similar to your original draft."

"The couple has passed away, and now one of their great-grandchildren is looking after the dress, this used to be their home."

I asked, "With such a meaningful dress, we won't be allowed to make alterations, right?"

Jane snapped her fingers. "Not at all. The couple said that slight modifications are allowed, but major changes that alter its original appearance are not."

I understood and asked, "So, how did you convince them to lend us this dress?"

Jane smiled. "They initially didn't want to lend it because they were worried that the borrower wouldn't honor the agreement and would damage the dress. But when I showed them your photo, they agreed." "Why?"

I was puzzled.

Jane pulled me inside.

The host came over. "I saw the photo, and this young lady's temperament is somewhat similar to my ancestor's. Seeing her in person, it's even more striking. I believe this dress will suit you perfectly."

Jane winked at me and said to the host, "Shall we try on the dress?"

"In that room." The host pointed.

Jane led me inside and closed the door behind us.

I immediately spotted the dress hanging in the middle of the room.

"This is exactly what I imagined." I couldn't take my eyes off it.