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.”

my past self who’d eat anything not to

Bryant accepted it back, no further questions

help but comment, her tone laced with complexity. “Passing back a drink you’ve sipped?

we’re in even more danger sleeping

didn’t realize you two were still so close, even after all these

shot back

them. Margaret snarked back, “Jealous? Why would

cares” Bryant retorted.

on his wedding night, heard

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darkened, and he

the crosswalk, my heart

flooded jn, tinged with the bitter realization of Bryant’s absence on our wedding night, a

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

offhand comment had

feeling like the butt of a joke.

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