Ex-husband’s Regret

"Is that it?"

"That's it."

I cocked my brows "You don't like him at all?"

"Maybe a little" Jane answered. She then smiled mockingly. "But that doesn't mean anything. My mom said that she married my dad because they loved each other."

"Even so, they would still aim for each other's heads when they got into a fight. How could there possibly be feelings that would last forever in this world?"

I knew she didn't believe in love. She didn't even believe in love from parents or relatives.

When her father failed in doing business, he began drinking, gambling, and assaulting his wife and daughter.

Her mother disappeared without a trace, leaving her to grow up with that unreliable father of hers. This caused her to be frequently beaten by her father.

I was afraid she would be upset, so I changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Then why have you been so good to me all these years?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "Who was the one crying on the rooftop in the dead of winter, and begged me not to jump off?"

After hearing those words, I rubbed my nose awkwardly.

When Jane was sitting on the rooftop, I was shocked when I saw her and rushed over to drag her down.

She was startled too, thinking that someone wanted to kill her, and began struggling.

In the end, she said that she was just feeling a little down and wanted to get some fresh air. But the scene I saw terrified me.

Due to that misunderstanding, our relationship went from ordinary roommates to best friends who would share anything with each other.

Jane chuckled, reached back, and threw a bag into my arms. "Here's your breakfast. I've bought you bread and yogurt. Take the rest to work. Have a bite when you're hungry." "You really do love me the most."

"My ass!" Jane cursed. "You're clear the only person I love."

To my surprise, Jessica didn't come to annoy me that day.

As long as I could focus on my work, working at the Frost Group was actually quite pleasant.

However, when I got off work in the evening, I understood why she didn't show up in front of me.

Ryan had indeed spent just one night changing the color of the new car he bought her yesterday to the same color as mine. The car was parked right next to mine as well! Some colleagues even commented on how good our relationship must be for the two of us to specially

buy cars of the same model and color.

My heart ached at such a sight.

Ryan was helping his mistress to piss me off, but at the same time, he said that he missed me.

He was such a hypocrite.

I took a deep breath, forced myself to ignore Jessica's car, got into my own car, and before I could lock it, someone opened the rear door.

Jessica sat in with a smile. "Charlotte, are you going back to the old mansion too?"

It was the day of the monthly family banquet. Grandpa called during lunch to remind me to head back.

I felt annoyed and said, "What's it got anything to do with you? Get out."

"Oh, come on. I just wanted to hitch a ride."

Jessica smiled. "I have a car as well, but Ryan just bought it for me. I'm still not familiar with the car, so I don't want to drive it around too much in case I scratch it."

Every single word made my heart ache.

Her showing off made me feel like she was suffocating me.

I got out of the car, opened her door, and said coldly, "Did you get my permission to ride in my car? Get out! You're staining my car."

"Isn't this car bought by the Frost family? I'm also part of the Frost family. Do I need your permission to ride in a car that was bought using the Frost family's money?" Jessica was not backing down at all.

PThis material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.