Ex-husband’s Regret

I thought about how difficult it must be for Aunt Laura to live in this family, and couldn't help feeling a bit sorrowful. "Aunt Laura.....”

Aunt Laura patted my head gently. "Silly child, tell Aunt Laura, why do you want a divorce?"

Aunt Laura and my father actually look quite similar. Every time I look at Aunt Laura, I feel a sense of familiarity.

With her question, I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw myself into her arms and sobbed, ".... I lost my child, Aunt Laura. He was growing, he had hands and feet... but I couldn't protect him. I couldn't protect him!"

Aunt Laura gently patted my back, comforting me. "Silly child, relationships between people and children are all about fate. It's not your fault. It's just that this time, fate wasn't on your side."

"I was so looking forward to his arrival."

I longed to have a real family member of my own.

I lay in Aunt Laura's arms, crying for who knows how long, until I finally calmed down. Aunt Laura wiped away my tears. "If you've made up your mind about the divorce, then go ahead. Aunt Laura supports you."

"Okay..."

I talked with Aunt Laura for a long time, and after forcibly transferring 40 thousand to her, I finally got up to leave.

Aunt Laura said it was almost enough, but it wasn't really enough.

Back then, if Aunt Laura hadn't taken me back home, I would have been starved or frozen to death outside, or worse, killed by those creditors.

Some debts are hard to repay.

As I walked out of the hospital room, Bob, who had been lying on a chair in the corridor, suddenly got up.

"Also, isn't there a VIP ward at the St. Heart Hospital? Your aunt's condition may not improve for a while. I heard the beds in the VIP ward are large. This way, I can rest properly too. Hurry up and get one." I was momentarily speechless, afraid that he would argue with Aunt Laura again over this. I simply agreed, "Alright."

After all, Ryan and I haven't divorced yet, and I've never really acted as Mrs. Frost before. Now, before the divorce, it's not unreasonable to ask for a VIP ward.

Little did I expect that as soon as I reached the VIP ward floor, I heard a commotion.

"Stop fighting!"

"Ah!"

"Why aren't you stopping them!"

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Ryan really treasured her. She had a miscarriage last night and now she's been transferred to St. Heart Hospital, and even to a VIP ward.

Several purses were gathered at the door. I intended to ignore it, but as I passed by the nurse's station, I caught a glimpse inside and was instantly stunned!

Ryan and Jack were actually fighting!

Blows were exchanged!

There was no trace of their past friendship.

What surprised me even more was Jack, who was usually a gentleman, now exuded a terrifyingly intense aura! He had Ryan pinned down on the ground, his eyes and demeanor filled with hostility. He couldn't contain his anger as he said, "Ryan, is this how you treat her? What kind of man are you?"

His voice was no longer gentle like usual, but icy cold, sending shivers down my spine.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Both of them were bruised and bloodied, but Ryan calmly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, smiling rather than angry. "I may not be a good man, but she is still my wife, Mrs. Frost. Can you even afford the things I give her?"