Ex-husband’s Regret

It took a while to finally find a place that was satisfactory in every way.

As long as it didn't rain, it would be perfect.

She was exhausted, her back aching, as soon as she got home. She then collapsed onto the sofa, not wanting to do anything.

But after lying down for a while, she still got up to remove my makeup.

While she was applying a face mask, her phone on the coffee table kept ringing.

She picked it up and sneered after seeing the caller ID.

She wasn't going to answer and even blacklisted him.

On the other end, Zachary felt helpless.

He waited all day, but Jane hadn't sent him a single message.

Did she really not care about him at all?

Was she really going to treat him like a stranger, even less than a regular friend?

He pressed on his aching forehead and sent her a message.

"Tomorrow at 4 PM, Half-Mount Teahouse, I have something to tell you."

Jane didn't receive the message.

'Text messages were different from WhatsApp. One wouldn't receive a notification if one was blacklisted by someone else. Zachary didn't verify it and assumed Jane got the message.

In the evening, the wind picked up, drifting in through the slightly open balcony door, lifting the window

screens.

The moonlight clearly illuminated two figures entangled on the bed.

I held Frank back. "We agreed, just this once."

Frank was bare-chested, the heat making my face flush, his brown eyes were dark and clearly not

satisfied.

But I wanted to try on the dress early tomorrow to address any issues in time.

If I let him go on endlessly, I wouldn't be able to sleep until dawn.

Then, it would be hard for me to get up early the next day.

"I'm doing this for your health. Studies show that as you age, you can't do too much of this, it's bad for your health."

Frank smirked, his low, alluring voice lingering in my ears.

"Where did I give the impression that I'm getting old?"

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I felt like there was a trap in his words.

"I'm getting old and I can't overdo it. Shouldn't you, as my boyfriend, be understanding?"

Frank let out a deep laugh. "Then as your boyfriend, shouldn't you help me out?"

Wasn't that just killing the conversation?

I opened my mouth but couldn't find the words.

Frank leaned closer, his voice was a soothing whisper that made me dizzy.

"Baby, I've missed you so much. It's been a long time. Now, can you care about me a little?"

I found myself nodding absentmindedly.

By the time I finally closed my eyes in exhaustion at dawn, I regretted it immensely.

But I didn't even have the energy to be angry.

The next day, as expected, I didn't wake up until noon.

Luckily, I had prepared milk for the baby in advance, otherwise, the child would have gone hungry.

"Go ask Dr. Travis for a prescription to help your recovery."

As I stepped out of my room, my mom noticed I didn't look well. "You had a tough pregnancy, and your body has taken a toll. Ask if there's anything that won't affect breastfeeding." I felt my face heat up.

Even though my mom didn't say it directly, at her age, having given birth to me, she must know why I looked so drained.

"Um, Mom,"

I rubbed my nose, needing to change the topic. "I'm running late, I've made plans with Jane, so I'll leave the baby with you."

My mom noticed my embarrassment but didn't pry further.

"Go ahead, but don't be too late, the baby still needs fresh milk."

"Okay, I won't be too late!"

After promising, I hurried out.

Little did I know, my mom was thinking that living under one roof with us was indeed a bit inconvenient.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She needed to find a solution.