Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 9

Knowing Bryant was waiting for me, the last thing I expected was to find someone else in the passenger seat, especially someone who was supposed to hitch a ride, Margaret, sitting there as if she belonged..

I was on the verge of turning around and

Bryant with an outstretched hand. “Kaving, but reason held me back. I approached

Without a word, Bryant handed them over.

I circled the front of the car and slid into the driver’s seat, catching Margaret’s stiff and surprised expression. I couldn’t help but smirk. “What’s the big deal? You’re practically Bryant’s sister. Hitching a ride is the least of our worries.”

Then, leaning over to glance at Bryant still outside, I called, “Come on, get in. Timothy must be waiting.”

The drive was eerily silent like we were trapped in a tomb.

Margaret tried to strike up a conversation with Bryant but gave up, probably because it was awkward to turn back constantly.

Sensing my discomfort, Bryant suddenly handed me a bottle. “Mango juice, your favorite.”

I took a sip, grimaced, and handed it back. “Too sweet for me. You have it.”

I’d been craving sour flavors, a departure from my past self who’d eat anything not

accepted it back, no further questions

drink you’ve sipped? You know, that’s not very clean. You could spread all sorts of

off her concern. “By that logic, we’re in even more danger sleeping in the sam bed every night, aren’t

I was implying and retorted, “I didn’t realize you two were still so close, even after all

shot back in a cold voice.

usual banter between them. Margaret snarked back,

cares” Bryant retorted.

of someone who, on his wedding night, heard I was in trouble and left his bride to stay

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he sharply cut her

slammed on the brakes, barely stopping before the crosswalk, my heart sour like soaked in lemon

absence on our wedding night, a night he had vanished after a mysterious phone call,

Bryant’s grandfather, our marriage had begun on rocky grounds, with many questions

Margaret’s offhand comment had

looked between them, feeling like the butt of a

mouth in panic, looking at Bryant. “You never told Jane? My bad,