Ex-husband’s Regret

"Gary, drive! Take her home," he said, then closed the car door straightaway.

Gary promptly got into the car. "Mrs. Frost, my apologies."

The doors were then locked.

I could only watch helplessly as Ryan walked a short distance away and got into a bodyguard's car.

Both cars started almost simultaneously but headed in completely different directions intersection.

It was as if Ryan and I were never meant to walk side by side.

I felt drained of all strength, slumping weakly into the seat, my mind in turmoil.

Why did I bother?

Wouldn't it be better for him if I let them be?

"Ryan, what exactly do you want?' I wondered.

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Gary drove, observing my expression cautiously before cautiously speaking up. "Mrs. Frost, you don't need to argue with Mr. Frost like this. After all, you are Mrs. Frost. You shouldn't worry too much about Jessica,"

"Gary." I rolled down the window, letting the cold wind rush in, and pursed my lips. "Do you also think that just because I have the title of Mrs. Frost, I should be grateful?"

"I... I didn't mean that, Mrs. Frost. Please don't misunderstand. It's just that Mr. Frost responds better to gentleness. The more you push, the more you lose..."

"It's okay. As his assistant, it's natural for you to speak up for him." I lowered my eyes. "I don't want to argue with him. Gary, maybe you don't understand. What I've always wanted isn't the title of Mrs. Frost. It was Ryan's love.

It was to be his wife.

Not a marriage in name only, and certainly not with a third person involved.

"Are you... seeking Mr. Frost's heart?" Gary got straight to the point.

I glanced silently at the bustling traffic outside, perhaps afraid of receiving sympathy, so I didn't give an

answer.

Gary sighed softly and muttered, "But Mr. Frost's heart has long been dead..."

"What did you say?"

The noise outside was loud, and I couldn't hear his words clearly. "What's dead?"

Startled, Gary seemed to have realized he said something he shouldn't have and hurriedly denied what he said. "Nothing, it's nothing."

I was puzzled.

But I didn't press further.

Gary was Albert's nephew, raised by Albert's side, and had worked with Ryan for many years. He rarely said anything he shouldn't have.

It was as difficult as climbing to heaven to dig anything out of him.

Gary escorted me upstairs and watched me enter the house before reporting back to Ryan.

Closing the door behind me, I chuckled self-deprecatingly.

My marriage was already a mess, and now even coming home meant being watched.

The next day, I woke up early, made myself a nutritious breakfast, filled my stomach, and set off for work.

Perhaps news of my relationship with Ryan had spread throughout the company, as I received curious and envious looks from the reception desk on the first floor.

After all, quite a few female employees had previously held onto a glimmer of hope, believing the news of Ryan's hidden marriage was false, and they still had a chance to win the position of Mrs. Frost. Now that their fantasies were shattered, naturally, they looked at me unfavorably.

"Charlotte."

As I was about to enter the office, a voice from behirid called out to me, smiling. "You should know by now, right?"

I knew what she was asking about almost instantly.

She knew she could summon Ryan with a single phone call.

She knew Ryan had spent two days and nights with her.

And she knew she was pregnant..

I didn't want to become the center of attention in public, so I pretended not to hear as I stepped into the office.

She followed me in and sat in my office chair. She crossed her legs and said, "Ryan said that he'll take responsibility for me."

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