Ex-husband’s Regret

1 never realized he was so vengeful. I could only follow behind him. reluctantly.

Before I could explain anything, William smiled and said, "I heard from Brenda that Charlotte has moved out?"

"Yes, Grandpa." I had no choice but to admit it. If Grandpa got angry, I would have to find a way to please him.

But Grandpa didn't look like he was going to lose his temper at all. Instead, he glared angrily at Ryan. "You can't even keep an

e on your

wife!"

"Come on, Grandpa. It was her decision to move out. What could I do?"

"If she moved out, don't you know to go after her?"

"You're just like your father, utterly crooked." Grandpa was exasperated.

"Well he got that from you, didn't he?" Ryan chuckled.

"You brat!" William grabbed a teacup as if to throw it at Ryan, then set it down again. He hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm hungry, let's eat.

The meal was quite enjoyable. Grandpa kept offering me food, and my plate was almost overflowing. "You should eat more, look at you, you've lost weight recently. You need to eat more and put on some weight."

"Okay, thank you, Grandpa." I smiled warmly, feeling grateful. After my parents died, no one else would ever serve me like this. Although my aunt's family was well-off, my uncle and cousin always seemed to be eyeing my cutlery suspiciously at the dinner table. I was greedy, but at eight years old, I already knew to be mindful of others' reactions. Every time, my cutlery would land precisely on the vegetarian dishes. But now, seeing the abundance of food on my plate, I suddenly felt an increase in appetite.

Grandpa had always had a commanding presence, but when he looked at me, he was mostly kind. "Silly child, why you crying?"

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"I'm not." I shook my head, holding back tears, and smiled. "It's just that you've been so good to me. It reminds me of my parents."

"I've never met your parents. When will I get to meet them..." Ryan. looked at me

Grandpa's expression suddenly turned cold, his voice stern. "Shut up! You heartless fool! Charlotte has made the right decision to divorce you! Before Ryan could argue, I chimed in, "My parents have passed away."ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"When..."

"When I was eight years old." I cut him off before he could finish. It wasn't to defend him in front of William, but to prevent him from angering William again..

But there was still a hint of bitterness in my heart. The tears that I had held back were going to stream down my face again. It wasn't entirely his fault. It was a marriage arranged by William, and he was only responsible for getting the marriage certificate. He didn't know about. my family situation, which was normal. That was how I comforted myself.

Ryan looked startled, and a hint of guilt appeared on his face. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? If you're truly sorry, take Charlotte to the graveyard someday!" William ordered.

I wanted to refuse, but Ryan spoke up solemnly, "Okay."

Then he looked at me. "Shall we go this afternoon? Are you free?"

"Yes, that's fine."

In front of Grandpa, I didn't want to say anything more. Besides, he probably didn't really want to go and was just saying it to please William. Once William left, we would each go our separate ways. William was finally satisfied with Ryan, but he still warned, "If you bully

Charlotte again and she asks for a divorce, I won't intervene. You're on your own!"

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