Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 3

‘Jewelry?’ I frowned slightly and raised my voice to Bryant, who had just entered the bathroom. “Bryant, Margaret is here. I’m going down to see her.”

Almost instantly, Bryant emerged, his expression colder than I had ever seen before..

“I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry about it. Go freshen up.” Bryant, always composed and reserved before me, spoke with a hint of unspoken emotion, sounding irritated and anxious.

A strange feeling arose within me. “I’ve freshened up. Remember? I even squeezed the toothpaste out for you.”

“Okay then. Let’s go down together. We shouldn’t keep our guest waiting.” Bryant said.

I grabbed his hand, and we made our way downstairs.

The staircase spiraled elegantly, and halfway down, we could see Margaret sitting gracefully on the sofa in her simple white dress.

She looked up at the sound of our footsteps, her smile serene. When her gaze fell on Bryant and me holding hands, her cup trembled slightly, spilling a few drops.

It must have been a bit hot, and she cried out softly in her flurry, “Ah…”

Bryant quickly withdrew his hand and rushed down the stairs, taking the cup from her with a mix of panic and haste. “How can you be so careless? Can’t even hold a cup properly?”.

no room for argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand and brought her to the

hand back. “I’m fine. You’re making a big deal out of

Burns can scar if not treated properly, you know?” Bryant scolded sharply, still not letting go.

the stairs, dazed, watching the scene unfold,

through my mind. When we first married, I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach and began

with him.

tipped over a pot, and the splashing oil made

Bryant came over, as always, and said gently, “Are you okay? You go and take care of that. I can finish up here.”

acted gentle and caring yet so detached.

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Chapter 3

many years, with countless diary entries about him, marrying him was more than enough for me. I thought perhaps it was just his nature to be

“It was lemonade that I got

me back to reality. My vision blurred, and my heart felt as

the cup from Margaret. But in his concern, he

voice tinged with sarcasm. “Honey, Emma got Margaret some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you should worry if she

hand, avoiding my gaze, and scolded Margaret,