Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

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Regret and unwillingness.

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Tom, however, was unperturbed. "In my opinion, you shouldn't have brought up the divorce. The most important

thing between two people is the push and pull; all emotions are drawn out through this dynamic.

Ryan was silent for a moment. "Is there still a way to salvage this?"

Tom had a sudden idea. "Play the victim."

"Play the victim?" Ryan immediately dismissed the idea. "It won't work. She won't fall for that."

"If being soft doesn't work, then you have to be tough," said Tom.

"Tough, huh?"

Two years ago, he had watched her being pushed to the brink of despair by him.

Later, he consulted his own therapist, who suggested that it resembled depression. The serious kind.

He swirled his drink, feeling a sense of helplessness he had never experienced before.

He couldn't do anything to her.

But could he let her be with Frank?

He couldn't bring himself to do it.

When | got home, Jane was half-lying on the sofa playing a game.

She looked surprised to see me, "Why are you back?"

"Why not?" | hung up my bag and walked to the partially open sink to wash my hands,

Jane was deeply engrossed in her game, "Looks like Frank isn't doing too well. The disability seems to be quite

significant?"

"There probably isn't any real disability." On the way back, | had thought about it. "His condition seems more like

an injury, still in the recovery phase."

If it were a real disability, his muscles would have atrophied long ago.

But Frank's condition was no different from a normal person's.

Jane finished her gand looked up, suddenly her expression changed. "Wait, why did you change clothes?"

| knew she had misunderstood and explained, "I got wet in the rain and borrowed Frank's cousin's clothes.

Speaking of this, | remembered that my wet clothes were left in his study.

| had put them down casually and, in my rush to leave, forgot to take them.

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Jane nodded thoughtfully. "Does he know you're already divorced?"

"Yes," | smiled, took a bottle of mineral water from the fridge, and said, "He thought | spent the past two years

quietly at the Frost family, being Mrs. Frost." "Did you explain?"

"No."

| took a sip of the cold water, cleared my throat, and sat cross-legged on the carpet after kicking off my slippers,

"How do | explain? Should I tell him | had depression? Even attempted suicide?" Others thought that my

depression was because of him.

Let alone if he knew; it would only make him feel more guilty.

"Alright then."

Jane muttered, "He should feel guilty. The more guilty he feels, the better it is for you."

| lowered my eyes. "That's just compensation, not affection."

Besides, there was no need to drag someone else down to hell.

The next day, | sent the draft of the design to Yasmin's agent's email.

The reply cquickly.

But it was from Yasmin herself.

She called, her voice was cheerful. "Elena, I've received the design draft. Let's have a meal together later?"

She often gavethe impression of not being someone nearly 50 years old.

She seemed more like a young person.

| stopped what | was doing and smiled. "Ms. Jackson, is there a problem with the design draft?"

"No, I'm very satisfied with the draft. Continue with the design." Yasmin smiled. "I have a flight tonight for

an appointment. Before | leave, | wanted to invite you to dinner. | don't know why, but | feel a special connection

with you."

"In that case, I'll gladly accept." | smiled.

Honestly, | felt a kind of indescribable comfort with Yasmin.

In the evening. | wrapped up my work and, after informing Jane, left the company with my bag.

For convenience, the dinner venue was again at the sfive-star hotel as last time.

When | arrived, there were bodyguards outside, and Yasmin and her agent were already in the private

room.

Yasmin gestured forto sit on her right side. "What would you like to eat? Order whatever you like." After

greeting her, | took my seat and smiled. "Sure, I'm somewhat familiar with the local specialties. Do you have any

food preferences or allergies?"

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"None, just make sure it's not too spicy. My daughter prefers lighter flavors. Her assistant is helping her upstairs

with sthings. She'll join us soon."

"Got it." | was quite familiar with lighter flavors.

| ordered the dishes soon enough and returned the menu to the waiter.

Joanne, the agent, suddenly handed over her phone. "Yasmin, look at this property in Jeswood. Isn't it a perfect

birthday gift for Christine, who loves Jeswood?" "Only as a bonus," Yasmin said jokingly with a warm smile. "I pick

every gift for Christine myself."

| realized they were talking about her daughter and commented appropriately, "Ms. Jackson is so nice to her

daughter."

"It's my fault," Yasmin said with guilt. "I was too young back then and would often act impulsively."

Hearing this, | decided not to press further. That was when the door to the private room opened from the outside.

"Mom." A well-dressed young woman entered, beaming as she ran to Yasmin.

When | saw her face, | was stunned.

Her identity was quite unexpected.

Two years ago, she was Lily.

And now she had transformed into Yasmin's daughter?

Yasmin, concerned she might fall, reached out to support her as she said in a gentle voice, "Why are you running

so fast? Aren't you afraid of falling?"

"Mom, how's the discussion with Joanne aboutgoing on that variety show?"

She hadn't looked atyet, only cuddling up to Yasmin.

Yasmin seemed a bit troubled, and Joanne quickly explained, "Christine, the entertainment in ustry isn't as easy

to go into as you think. People in the industry will definitely support you because you're your mom's daughter,

but online? Words can be really hurtful. Many celebrities suffer from depression because of it. With your mom's

status, you don't need to get yourself involved."

"Let them criticize me. As long as | have my mom's support, | don't care what others think of me...

As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently fell on me, and she looked momentarily flustered. "What... what are you

doing here?"

"She's the designer of my dress. She's young and talented." Yasmin frowned slightly. "What's wrong? Do you

know each other?"