His Regret，My Ex Wants Me Back

She'd spent five years caring for Christopher Hale through his recovery. The first thing he did after regaining his sight was dump her.

On her birthday, Edith Langley sent Christopher twenty messages.

All she got back was his cold, curt reply: [Busy. Don't bother me.]

Yet his social media showed him smiling tenderly, fingers laced with a young woman's, cutting into a three-tier cake together.

Caption: Happy birthday, my princess.

The table full of dishes she'd carefully prepared grew as cold as her heart.

What made it worse—the young woman was her half-sister, Abigail Langley. Five years ago, Abigail ran away abroad to escape the wedding, forcing Edith to marry in her place.

The birthday party was at the Wellington Hotel, filled with friends and family. Her husband. Her father. All celebrating Abigail's birthday. They looked like such a happy family.

But today was her birthday too.

No one wished her well. She'd been abandoned at home, waiting alone.

This hurt worse than Christopher's betrayal.

Edith grabbed her purse and headed straight to the Wellington.

……

At the banquet hall entrance, Edith took in the gorgeous decorations, the rose petals scattered across the floor. Her chest tightened.

Inside, Christopher leaned close to Abigail, his finger gently wiping cream from the corner of her mouth.

The devotion in his eyes was something Edith had never seen directed at her.

Five years ago, Christopher crashed his car racing because of Abigail. The accident left him blind and deaf—useless.

Everyone said Christopher would never recover, that he'd be disabled for life.

Even Christopher himself gave up hope, sinking into depression. But Edith stayed by his side. She never gave up. Not for a moment.

Edith pushed through the pain and walked in.

The lively room went quiet.

Her stepmother, Maria, rushed over and yanked her aside, voice low and sharp. "You weren't invited. Who told you to come? Have you no shame? Tonight is Abby's birthday party. Don't you dare embarrass yourself here!"

Her father, Mike, hurried over too. "You took Mrs. Hale's place. Chris treating Abby well is only fair. Don't cause a scene. Go home!"

Edith clenched her fists. After her mother died when she was ten, the Langley family kicked her out. She'd been without family for years. But hearing her father say this still made her chest ache.

She looked at Christopher. He looked away, cold and indifferent.

He knew they were mistreating her. He didn't care.

Her heart broke a little more.

"Dad," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm, "have you forgotten? You people begged me to take care of him. Now that Abigail's back, you've kept me in the dark."

"Edith, don't blame Mom and Dad. I forgot to tell you."

Abigail walked over, dressed in a white gown, pure and innocent.

"But I'm glad you came. These past five years, you took such good care of Christopher. He recovered so quickly because of you."

Edith laughed bitterly. "Chris is my husband. What gives you the right to thank me? Or is being a homewrecker something to be proud of now?"

"Edith!"

Christopher strode over, face dark, and pulled Abigail behind him.

He looked at Edith, eyes ice-cold. "You followed me here just to humiliate Abigail? Look at yourself. Do you have any dignity left?"

The way he guarded Abigail made Edith's heart feel like it was being torn apart.

"I'll have someone take you home." Christopher gave the order to his assistant without a second glance.

Edith's eyes stung.

She turned and left.

Back at the villa, the housekeeper approached. "Mrs. Hale, Mr. Hale isn't home yet. Should I reheat the food?"

"Throw it out," Edith said coldly.

She could throw away hours of cooking. But could she throw away more than a decade of loving someone?

In the bedroom, Edith didn't turn on the light.

Christopher's harsh words echoed in her ears, stabbing fresh wounds into her heart.

When she was ten, her mother died. Less than six months later, her father married Maria and brought home Abigail—same age, same birthday as Edith.

Soon after, Maria kicked her out. When she had nowhere to go, Christopher took her in. For two years, he was like a tree, sheltering her.

Then Mike and Maria sent her to the countryside. She stayed there until five years ago, when Christopher's accident happened and Abigail fled abroad. To appease the Hale family's rage, Mike dragged Edith back and forced her to marry Christopher in Abigail's place—to care for him for the rest of his life.

The world thought she married the disabled Christopher for the Hale family's wealth and power.

No one knew that the country bumpkin they all looked down on had credentials that could shake the world.

If she didn't love Christopher, no one could force her to do anything she didn't want.

But she never imagined that once the blind man could see again, the first thing he'd do was throw away his cane.

Her five years of devotion were nothing but wishful thinking.

Edith wiped her eyes and stood to turn on the light. Just as she reached the door, she heard the housekeeper's voice.

"Mr. Hale, you're home. Mrs. Hale waited a long time for you. Today… it's actually her birthday too. Would you like to see her?"

Christopher's voice was cold. "The assistant delivered the gift, didn't he? You don't need to remind me about every little thing."

Edith laughed bitterly.

He probably only remembered Abigail's birthday. He'd forgotten it was hers too.

She opened the door and looked at the man she'd loved for so long.

"Christopher, let's get a divorce."

Five years of devotion would repay the debt for him taking her in all those years ago. After this, they'd owe each other nothing.

Christopher turned to look at her, eyes filled with cold fury.

"You have no right to ask for a divorce."