Ex-husband’s Regret

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I nodded. "I'm quite happy."

If my mom had feelings for Jason and a relationship could develop, that would be a good thing.

Missing out on love was a significant regret.

Frank patted my head. "I have something to tell you."

"Is it about Zachary?" I pulled away from his embrace, crossing my arms and looking at him seriously. "You're not trying to turn me against him, are you?" Frank chuckled lightly. "Of course not, I'm firmly on your side."

But he then shifted his tone. "However, Zachary did ask me for help."

I asked, "How did he ask for your help?"

Frank replied, "He asked me with words."

I shot him a glance. "You've really mastered the art of pointless chatter."

Frank laughed, wrapping his arms around me again. "You don't understand him, the fact that he can say please' shows he genuinely wants my help."

I poked Frank's solid chest. "If he really wants something, he should talk it out with Jane, apologize sincerely, and express his true feelings. If he's sincere, Jane will forgive him." There was no deep-seated grudge between them.

"Wait!" I pushed Frank away. "If Zachary can't take care of his first love, I definitely won't help him at all." Frank picked me up effortlessly and tossed me onto the bed, leaning over me.

"He did ask me, but I didn't say I would help. I just wanted to let you know. They can figure out their own issues, they're not three-year-olds. We should focus on more important matters. Don't let these trivial things waste our time."

I opened my mouth to say something but ended up giving him an opportunity to cut me off.

What could I say in the end? All that came out were fragmented sounds.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Jane was busy looking for a venue to hold a traditional wedding.

When she took a break, she saw Charlie's social media post.

"Our usually healthy Zachary has been sick for nearly two weeks, this is worth noting."

The accompanying photo showed Charlie and Zachary but Jane's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a white skirt.

Well...

She immediately blocked Charlie's posts.

She poured herself a glass of wine and took it to the balcony to enjoy the night view

She didn't even hear her phone ring, only realizing there were calls after finishing the drink.

Glancing at the contact, she called back.

"Jane..."

Michael's pitiful voice came through, and Jane patiently comforted him, softening her tone. "Who bullied my little puppy? I'll help you get revenge." Michael sniffled. "You didn't answer my calls."

"I was busy." Jane slumped onto the sofa. "What's up? What's up with so many calls?"

"I was worried you'd be hungry, so I brought you food, but I didn't know exactly where you live..." Jane got up from the sofa, putting on her clothes while asking, "Where are you now?" Michael replied, "At the entrance of your community."

"I'll be right there."

Jane Kicked off her slippers, slipped on some comfortable shoes, and hurried to the entrance of the community.

She saw Michael standing there, holding things in both hands, looking as pitiful as a small puppy abandoned by its owner, yet obediently waiting for her to take him home.

Even though Jane knew Michael wasn't as simple as he appeared, she understood that his actions were a way to slowly integrate himself into her life.

It hinted that he had further intentions-not just wanting to play around wit