Ex-husband’s Regret

My heart skipped a beat.

In an instant, an indescribable discomfort overwhelmed me. This ring-it was our wedding ring. Back when we got married, he might not have cared much, but Grandpa spared no expense for his granddaughter-in-law. A million dollars in wedding gifts, a luxury wedding house, and wedding rings custom-made by a top-tier jewelry designer. Later, the dowry went to my aunt to repay her for raising me.. There was no place for me in the marital home. The only thing left to accompany me daily was this ring.

When we first married, I joyfully wore it on my ring finger. Upon learning that I was also working at the Frost Group, Ryan immediately advised me to keep a low profile. That very day, I took it off and wore it around my neck on a delicate chain. I wore it like that for three whole years.

Something that once brought me joy had now become a silent mockery. To Ryan, this ring and I were both unwelcome. I chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I just forgot to take it off."

Indeed, I had forgotten.

Or more accurately, I had gotten used to it. Used to reach for this ring whenever I was alone or feeling uneasy.

"Ryan is my husband."

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He didn't believe me. "Just forgot?"

"Do

you want it? It can go back to its rightful owner now."

I raised my hand to my neck, intending to take it off. To erase all traces of him from my body. The faster I erased, the sooner I could let go.

Ryan's face turned cold. He grabbed my wrist, forcefully interrupting my actions. "No, don't take it off. You're its owner."

"It's a wedding ring, Ryan." I forced a smile, earnestly reminding him and myself. "Even if I don't take it off today, I'll take it off in a month." Ryan rubbed his thumb against the ring on my ring finger, his eyes unusually fixated. "And what if I never

take mine off?"

I took a deep breath. "That's your business."

In any case, I didn't want to start believing our marriage could be salvaged with just a few words from him.

As the words fell, I pulled away from him and turned to walk away. "I'll call Jessica to help you with the

medicine."

"Are you really going to start a new life?"

Behind me, the man's voice was cold and deep, tinged with loneliness.

I froze for a moment, countless thoughts swirling in my mind, but I didn't turn back. "Maybe."

I couldn't give a definitive answer to this question.

All these years, all my beautiful dreams about love were pinned on Ryan. It's hard to imagine falling in love with someone else. Besides, I've already fallen hard once. I didn't know if I had the courage to start a new relationship.

I just want to live far away from Ryan and raise my child well after we separate.

But life was long, and no one knew what unexpected changes the future would hold.

More importantly, why was it that he hadn't even divorced yet and he's already entangled with Jessica, while I'm here promising to remain faithful to my ex-husband?

I knew what kind of answer he wanted, but I refused to comply with his wishes.

He sneered coldly. "Have you chosen someone? Jack?"

I couldn't help but turn around angrily to look at him, but I restrained myself. "What, are you trying to play matchmaker for me? Sure, I'm not picky. Looks, family background, job, height-none of that matters." Perhaps my eager-to-remarry appearance angered him because he turned spiteful. "So undemanding?"

"But I do have one requirement."

"What's that?"

"No scumbags, no infidelity, no cheating, and no waiting on other women 24/7."

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