My Ex-Husband’s Endless Regret Novel by Rely _ Novel





My Ex-Husband’s Endless Regret Chapter 01

In the third year after our divorce, I crashed into my ex-husband Alexander Sterling's Maybach while delivering food.
He was on his way to a signing ceremony for a multi-billion dollar project, and sitting in the passenger seat was my former best friend, Chloe Smith.
And me?
I was wearing a rain-soaked delivery uniform, looking like a drowned rat.
I kept my head down and tried to slip away, but Chloe stopped me.
"Lick the soup off the ground clean, and you won't have to pay the car repairs, and I’ll give you five thousand on top of it," she said to me, pointing at the spilled soup on the ground.
I didn't hesitate.
I got down on my hands and knees on the muddy asphalt, licking up the soup spilled on the ground and the car, mouthful by mouthful.
All around me were the sounds of honking horns and the camera clicks of passersby's phones.
After licking up the last drop, I wiped my mouth.
"Eleanor Vance, throwing away your dignity for five thousand. You really are cheap to the bone," Alexander said with disgust.
I gave a numb smile and held out my grime-covered hand toward him.
"Thank you for the tip, boss. This five thousand is just enough to buy fever medicine for my daughter."
After all, if I didn't buy the medicine soon, our daughter—the one he abandoned at the orphanage—was going to suffer brain damage from the fever.
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The rain was pouring down heavily.
I was soaked to the bone, standing before the Maybach I had just dented.
And on the ground lay the soup, spilled completely.
The soup mixed with the rainwater, meandering across the asphalt.
Five thousand.
That was the price Chloe offered.
As long as I licked the spilled soup clean off the ground, I wouldn't have to pay for the car repairs, and she would even give me five thousand on top of it.
I looked up, rainwater dripping from my eyelashes.
The passenger window of the Maybach was rolled halfway down, and Chloe's exquisite face wore a mocking smile.
In the driver's seat, Alexander stared coldly ahead, not even sparing me a glance from the corner of his eye.
"What? Think it's dirty?"
Chloe waved the cash in her hand.
"Eleanor, this is five thousand. You couldn't make this much delivering takeout all day, could you?"
She was right, I couldn't.
I ran my legs off every day, praying I wouldn't get any customer complaints.
Without hesitation, I dropped to my hands and knees.
The smell of New England clam chowder mixed with the metallic stench of mud rushed straight to my head.
Honking horns surrounded me.
Along with the shutter clicks of bystanders holding up their phones to take pictures.
"Look, is this woman crazy?"
"Doing that for five thousand, how disgusting."
"Film it and post it online, it'll definitely go viral."
The whispers pierced my ears like needles.
I heard them, but I didn't care.
I only cared about that five thousand.
One mouthful, two mouthfuls.
My stomach churned violently; I fought back the urge to vomit and swallowed mechanically.
Until nothing was left on the ground but a shallow water stain.
I wiped my mouth and pushed against the ground, trying to stand up.
My knees had long gone numb, and I stumbled, almost falling over again.
Smack.
A stack of bills was thrown hard against my face.
The cash wasn't heavy, but it stung my cheek sharply.
Then it scattered into the muddy water.
"Take it and get lost."
Alexander's voice finally rang out.
Laced with undisguised disgust.
"Eleanor, throwing away your dignity for five thousand. You really are cheap to the bone."
I bent down and picked up the bills, one by one.
I smiled numbly and held out my mud-caked hand toward him.
"Thanks for the tip, boss. This five thousand is just enough to buy fever medicine for my daughter."
Immediately, an even colder sneer followed.
"Daughter? Eleanor, that little bastard of yours isn't dead yet?"
It felt as if someone had viciously squeezed my heart.
It hurt so much I could barely breathe.
But I just nodded numbly.
"She's tough. Takes after me."
The Maybach's engine roared, splashing me with muddy water as it sped away.
I stood in the rain, clutching that five thousand tightly.
Not dead yet.
Yes, not dead yet.
After all, if I didn't buy the medicine soon, our daughter, who was abandoned at the orphanage, would suffer brain damage from the fever.
I rode my beat-up electric bike, rushing like a madwoman toward the orphanage in the west of the city.
Divorced for three years, I had left the marriage with nothing.
Alexander had used all his connections to blackball me.
I could only do hard manual labor to earn a meager living.
Three years ago, Alexander was convinced I had cheated, convinced that Lily wasn't his child.
He personally dumped the newborn Lily at this remote private orphanage and destroyed her birth certificate.
I wanted to take Lily away.
But the director said Alexander had given orders: this child could only die here, and no one was allowed to take her away.
So I could only visit her in secret, stuffing all the money I earned into the caretakers' hands, begging them to give Lily a hot meal.
The sudden ring of my phone shattered my memories.
Martha Higgins, the woman looking after Lily, spoke with an impatient tone.
"Eleanor! Do you have the money or not? Your daughter is already convulsing from the fever."
"Martha, I earned five thousand, I'll bring it over to you right now. Please just help her first..." I said in a panic.
"Only five hundred? Are you trying to brush off a beggar? Registration fees, examination fees, IV drips... what is your five thousand even going to cover?"
Martha's shrill voice cut me off through the phone.
"If you don't have the money, don't bother treating her. She's just an unwanted bastard anyway; good riddance if she dies."
"Mommy... I feel so sick."
I could faintly hear Lily's voice through the receiver.
"Eleanor! I'm only giving you three hours to scrape together ten thousand and bring it here. Otherwise, if your daughter dies in the lobby, it's none of my business."
Then came the busy tone of the call being hung up.
I was still short five thousand.
There were only a few contacts left in my phone.
My former friends had long since cut ties with me because of Alexander's blacklist.
My parents...
Ever since I insisted on marrying Alexander, they acted as if they no longer had a daughter.
With trembling fingers, I dialed the number I knew by heart.
Even though I knew I was likely just bringing humiliation upon myself.
The phone rang twice before it connected.
"Hello?"
A deep, magnetic voice came through the line.

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