Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 4

“Fine.” I pursed my lips, ultimately deciding to leave a shred of dignity for him before Margaret. Or perhaps it was for my own sake.

For the moment, I couldn’t quite pin down Margaret’s purpose for her visit. Was she genuinely feeling she shouldn’t accept the necklace? Or was she there to declare. something?-

A flicker of emotion passed across Margaret’s face too swiftly to be caught. She smiled. “I was worried this necklace might cause some misunderstanding between you two. Seems like it hasn’t, so I’ll be heading back now.”

Emma escorted her out.

As soon as the front door closed, I stepped away from Bryant’s embrace, “You said it was for Steven, right? And Margaret’s married, isn’t she? Since when did she become one of Steven’s flings? Hmm…”

Bryant silenced me with a kiss, fierce and urgent, almost as if venting some frustration.

Only when I found it hard to breathe did he slightly loosen his hold, caressing my head as he admitted his fault. “I lied to you.”

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He pulled me close. “Margaret’s divorced. I was worried about her, so I gave her the gift.”

I was startled. Then I got what Bryant meant by “Congrats on your fresh start” in the video.

I bit my lip, half-doubting, “Is that all?”

was firm and soothing as he explained, “You know Margaret’s mother saved my life at the cost of her own. I couldn’t just ignore

biological mother died during childbirth, and when he was five, his father remarried

went so far as to risk her life to save Bryant, ending up in a vegetative state for many years.

was for that reason, it

believe

necklace eventually ended up

hadn’t completely vanished. They were just

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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

moment. It was as if I needed to double-check to ensure what I read in the

become the head of the Design Department, would be my direct supervisor.

her?” Christine noticed my offbeat reaction, waved a

Margaret is Bryant’s half-sister, the one I mentioned to you

been thick as thieves since college, had made a pact to stay in RiverCity, come hell

her tongue. “Damn, talk

quiet, nodding along to what she was

mind?” Christine didn’t hold back on her complaints, venting on my behalf, “Why her? I’ve never even heard of her in the design circles. And Bryant, just like that, hands her