Ex-husband’s Regret

He was afraid I would call the police again, so he decided not to go to the company and instead held a video conference in the study.

I sat in the courtyard all afternoon, feeling as if I was sitting on pins and ne

and needles.

The next day was the day of my grandfather's funeral, with a somber and desolate atmosphere. It drizzling lightly, the cold seeping into our hearts.

I was

I finally got out of the Frost family mansion and stood by Ryan's side, being led by him like a puppet on a string to receive the guests who came to mourn.

His temper had been terrible these past two days, more like he was revealing his true nature rather than changing.

I had no choice but to yield to him.

I had told him again last night that my grandfather had never asked us not to divorce before he passed away, only that Jessica should not marry into the Frost family. He didn't believe me. He accused me of lying.

But I was too tired to argue with him.

During the funeral, I stood quietly on the sidelines in a black woolen coat, listening to people recount my grandfather's life. Eighty years of life summed up so easily.

The person who had been smiling at me just two days ago was now nothing more than a handful of yellow earth.

"Grandfather!"

Jessica suddenly appeared, tears streaking down her face as she knelt in front of the grave."

Grandfather... How could you leave so suddenly?"

Before Ryan could react, I turned my head and instructed, "Albert, take her away

She was the last person Grandfather wanted to see.

When Jessica heard this, she got up from the ground and questioned me defiantly, "Who are you to make me leave?" "It's your decision."

I left the matter to Ryan and walked towards where Jane and the others were.

Hearing this, Jessica immediately restrained herself and hugged Ryan's arm. "Ryan, I rushed over as soon as I got out of the hospital today. It's so cold!"

Is your stomach not hurting anymore?"

Ryan coldly withdrew his arm without any emotion, calm as a deep pool, exuding coldness.

No, it's not hurting anymore...

Jessica's face froze, and then she muttered in complaint, "I came specifically to attend Grandfather's funeral. What's wrong with this ex-wife of yours, asking me to leave as soon as she opens her mouth?"

Ryan's voice was icy. "She is the mistress of the Frost family and has the right to decide anything related to the Frost family."Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Aren't you already in the process of getting divorced..

"Albert."

Ryan gave Albert a look, and immediately, two bodyguards came forward to take Jessica away.

My father-in-law couldn't stand it and rushed out, "What are you two doing? I'm still alive, and you're bullying Jessica?"

"Dad!"

Jessica struggled out and threw himself on my father-in-law, crying like a pear blossom in the rain, as if he had been wronged too much.

I tightened my lips, didn't say anything, just missed my grandfather more and more.

If my grandfather were still alive, Jessica and my father-in-law would not dare to make a fuss like this.

I also felt sorry for Grandpa.

He loved me so much when he was alive, but I couldn't even give him a clean, quiet funeral.

Ryan looked cold and severe. "Then you go with her."

"What did you say?"

My father-in-law and Jessica were confused.

Ryan straightened out the sleeves that Jessica had just messed up and his eyes were cold and indifferent. "I said you both get out and don't disturb Grandpa's peace!"

"I'm not leaving."

Taking advantage of Ryan's usual tolerance for her, Jessica played a little temper even on this occasion and pointed to me, saying, "She's not going to be Mrs. Frost for the rest of her life. If she leaves, it's her go!

Ryan had deep eyes, and said, "She will always be my Mrs. Ryan."

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