All Chapters of Ex-husband’s Regret: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

No one expected that, despite Madam Shaw's kind and benevolent appearance, her first response to Ryan would be so sharp.I struggled to hold back my smile with great effort.Yet, it seemed that I was the only one who could find any amusement in this situation.The atmosphere was awkward and tense.The real embarrassment wasn't the comment itself but the fact that I, the ex-wife, was right there.I lowered my head slightly and looked out the window, trying to minimize my presence.The snow outside, not yet melted, dazzled and made it hard to see.I felt a gaze fixed on me and then heard Ryan's deep and calm voice. "Yes, recently divorced."Madam Shaw glanced at Bethany, her expression growing colder. "I've also heard that you played a part in it?""Grandma..." Bethany frowned, throwing a subtle glare at me. She adjusted her skirt and sat next to Madam Shaw, shaking her arm."Who told you such nonsense? Ryan's marriage had long since fallen apart... I just...""I'm asking you

I walked away, so I couldn't hear everything clearly. However, the term "ill-fated lovers" was crystal clear.As someone who was single, this term had nothing to do with me.The Shaw family’s residence was enormous. As Madam Shaw mentioned, I eventually had to ask a servant for directions to find the dining room."Are you Ms. Wilson that Madam Shaw has been mentioning since early this morning?"The butler, who happened to be near the dining room, noticed me and promptly instructed a servant to prepare another breakfast for me.I smiled slightly, thanked him, and quietly began eating.Only then did the butler leave.As I ate, someone suddenly cast a shadow beside me, and the next moment, the person couldn't wait to express their frustration."Charlotte, I warn you, stay away from my family! I don't care what you're plotting, don't try to get on my Grandma's good side!"I continued sipping my oat porridge, unbothered. "What am I plotting?"Bethany snorted and felt irritated. "W

Whether it was the announcement of the marriage or the notice of divorce, I complied without a hitch. I thought that would be the end of it, that we would each go our separate ways.But I didn't expect that even my mere presence would be intolerable to them.Ryan held me tightly, as if trying to meld me into his bones and flesh, his voice low and soothing. "No! Charlotte, that's not what I meant. Don't be so upset.""Then what do you mean?"I struggled to control my trembling body, speaking with biting sarcasm. "Are you saying you never thought about marrying her? Are you saying that sending me abroad was all for my sake?"What about the shot fired at me, or his defense of Bethany in front of Madam Shaw? What did those count for? A joke? Or was it that I deserved it?I wouldn't believe it again, and I didn't dare to.The harsh words from Bethany and her mother, though stinging, contained truth—I was never in the same world as Ryan.Once, because of Grandpa, I had briefly aligne

Of course, he found her appealing.Otherwise, how could Ryan have changed his attitude so quickly, with both the marriage and the divorce?His thoughts aligned with Bethany's, and even with mine. Bethany raised her chin with confidence. "What do you think? I can't be less than Charlotte, can I?"What was I caught in the crossfire for?Fortunately, a servant soon came running in, saying, "Madam Shaw, Miss Shaw, Mrs. Shaw has returned."The person backing Bethany had come back.Bethany wiped her face with some tissue, then, with a triumphant air, took Ryan's arm and hurried out to 'report.'In my mind, I only had one thought. ‘I Can’t stay here anymore.’Bethany was annoying enough. Mrs. Shaw’s presence would only make things worse.I straightened up, looked at Madam Shaw, and spoke softly, "Grandma, I need to go back to Jelaston today. I'll leave now. Next time, I'll come back to visit you in Jeswood."Madam Shaw seemed a bit disappointed but didn't say much, only asking me to

I was extremely puzzled.If it wasn't him, then who sent them?The RF Group is only something we've had dealings with through him...While I was contemplating this, Ian's voice on the phone suddenly brightened with realization. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, I remember now! It was me! I had my assistant order them. He must have made a mistake; I only intended for him to order 99, to wish your company great success and longevity."Ian sounded somewhat apologetic. "999 is indeed a bit excessive. Did it cause you any trouble?""Oh..."Looking at the flower baskets piling up from the elevator into the company, I smiled with a bit of a headache. "It's not really a trouble... I'll see if I can negotiate with the florist to return some of them. Otherwise, it costs too much.""No need, no need. He can afford that," Ian blurted out. Then cleared his throat and added, "My assistant is just here for something to do. He's quite wealthy. I'll deduct this from his bonus.""Alright." I thanked him again