The Ex-Husband Deeply Regrets His Past

Madam, you’ve been waiting for hours. I’m afraid the gentleman isn’t coming back tonight.” “It’s okay. I’ll wait a little longer.” She had been married for three years and just wanted to spend one proper wedding anniversary. But her husband was making headlines with another woman. #World-Class Reunion! Gu Jinmo Personally Picks Up Su Qianqian at the Airport—So Sweet!# Su Qianqian was his first love. The whole world was cheering for him to win back his “white moonlight”—the one that got away. But none of them knew that Gu Jinmo was already married. No matter how many times she called, all she got was the cold voice of a powered-off message. In the end, she didn’t wait for Gu Jinmo—but instead received a call from a nurse at the hospital. “Miss Wen, your grandmother’s condition has worsened. Please come immediately,” the caretaker said anxiously. Boom! The words hit her like a thunderclap. Her whole body trembled. She threw on a coat, grabbed her car keys, and rushed out the door. She ran countless red lights on the way to the hospital, and by the time she arrived, her hands were shaking. Her grandmother had found her in a trash heap. To her, this old woman was her only family. Now, her grandmother was in the emergency room, fighting for her life. Wen Yan clung to the caretaker in desperation. “What happened? Wasn’t she fine just yesterday?” “I… I don’t know either,” the caretaker explained hurriedly. “Miss Wen, you know me—I’ve always done my best to take care of her.” “Was there anything unusual before she got sick?” “Oh, right—there was a young lady who visited today. A Miss Su.” Miss Su? Su Qianqian! Boom! Her brain buzzed like thunder. Her body turned icy cold. Su Qianqian had no ties to her grandmother. Why would she visit? Wen Yan forced herself to stay calm and asked, “Do you know what she said to my grandmother?” “The door was closed at the time. I only heard her mention something about getting married. Then they seemed to argue. After that, Miss Su left, and when I went to check on your grandmother, she had already collapsed…” Wen Yan clenched her fists and leaned against the wall, shaking with anger. She had always hidden her sadness from her grandmother, afraid the old woman would worry if she learned about Su Qianqian and Gu Jinmo. But Su Qianqian had come straight to the door. The emergency room light finally went off, and the doctor came out. Her heart jumped violently. The doctor removed his mask, exhaustion on his face. “The patient had an acute cerebral hemorrhage, likely triggered by emotional distress. I’m sorry for your loss.” She had imagined countless outcomes—but never imagined this one. The doctor’s words were like a wire tightening around her chest, suffocating her. She forced herself to walk over to the hospital bed. The only person who ever truly cared for her now lay beneath a white sheet—forever gone. The crushing grief was overwhelming. She couldn’t even cry. She held her grandmother’s cold hand, memories flooding back, each one a heavy blow to her chest, leaving her breathless. She let out a choked sob, covering her mouth, and slowly sank to the floor. She didn’t know how long had passed when a familiar voice broke the silence. “Wen Yan.” She slowly looked up. It was him—radiating presence, handsome and imposing. “It’s you…” she muttered, eyes vacant. “Grandma’s gone… my only family is gone.” She was wearing only a thin nightgown, huddled in a corner like an abandoned child. Gu Jinmo’s throat tightened. He slowly crouched down beside her. “If she were still here, she wouldn’t want to see you like this.” Wen Yan’s heart was empty. Some pain goes bone-deep. Even deep breaths couldn’t ease the suffocating tightness in her chest. She watched numbly as Gu Jinmo took care of everything. It wasn’t until they arrived at the funeral home that she finally regained some strength. On the first night of the wake, an uninvited guest arrived. Su Qianqian walked in dressed in black, carrying a funeral wreath. It was the first time Wen Yan had seen her in person. She was even more beautiful than on TV—long, sleek black hair cascading down her back, delicate and refined features, and those deep, pure eyes that sparkled with innocent allure. She approached Wen Yan, her voice crisp and clear. “Miss Wen, my condolences.” Wen Yan remembered the caretaker’s words. Her grandmother had suddenly fallen ill. Could Su Qianqian really claim it had nothing to do with her? Just as Su Qianqian turned to leave, Wen Yan’s hoarse voice stopped her. “Miss Su.” “The caretaker said you visited my grandmother the day she passed.” Su Qianqian froze, her expression flustered. Wen Yan continued in a steady tone, “You didn’t know my grandmother. Why did you go see her?” Su Qianqian turned back with an innocent face. “What are you implying?” “I want to know what you said to my grandmother.” “I asked one of my friends overseas to video call her and ask about her condition. I didn’t say anything else,” Su Qianqian said, pouting with grievance. “I just wanted to help her.” “Help her?” Wen Yan let out a bitter laugh. “You were strangers. And the very day you visited, she died. Sounds more like harm than help.” “I was the one who asked her to go.” Gu Jinmo walked over, voice low and eyes dark as ink. “Her friend is a renowned tumor surgeon overseas.” “It’s okay, Mo-gege,” Su Qianqian leaned into him gently, tears shimmering in her eyes. “She just lost a loved one. I understand her emotions. I’ll apologize if that makes her feel better.” “It was just a coincidence,” Gu Jinmo said calmly. He turned to Wen Yan, “I arranged it. If you want to blame someone, blame me.” Wen Yan’s pale face trembled as she struggled to remain upright. She clenched her freezing fingers and bit her lips hard. The man she had loved for so many years was now protecting another woman. “Blame you? How would I dare…” She forced a bitter smile. Her dry eyes turned red once more. Gu Jinmo frowned slightly at the sight of her. “You’re tired. Let me arrange a room for you to rest.” “No need.” She forced herself to stand, lips white as snow. Su Qianqian’s pure black eyes glistened. Her voice rang out sweet and clear, each word sharp in Wen Yan’s ears: “If you think I caused your grandmother’s death, you can call the police. Let them investigate me.” Investigate? She had already reported it. The police said the surveillance footage was damaged. Insufficient evidence. Case dismissed. When they heard Su Qianqian’s name, they even advised her to let it go. That only confirmed her suspicions: the real culprit was Su Qianqian. How convenient that the cameras were working just fine the day before—but failed that day? She knew the Su family held immense power. It would be nearly impossible to find evidence on her own. But she wouldn’t give up. She would find the truth—no matter what. “Su Qianqian, heaven is watching. One day, you’ll pay for what you’ve done.” “Wen Yan!” Gu Jinmo’s eyes turned sharp and cold. “Watch your words.”