Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 11

I felt like I had plunged into an ice-cold lake. My blood seemed to freeze in my veins. For a moment, I doubted my ears.

I had suspected something off between them, but every suspicion got denied, time and again.

Even without a blood relation, one was the heir to the Ferguson Group, the other a lady of the Ferguson family. They were nominally siblings to the outside world.

And both were married to other people. Bryant, the golden boy, couldn’t possibly be involved in such a scandal.

Yet, not far from me, Bryant, with eyes red with fury, had Margaret pinned against the wall, his voice cold and mocking. “Divorce for me, huh? You were the one who chose to marry someone else. What right do you have to ask anything of me now?”

“I…” Margaret was speechless by his barrage of questions, tears falling like pearls from a broken necklace, her hands fumbling with the hem of Bryant’s shirt.

“I was wrong, Bry. Can’t you forgive me this once? Please, just once. And, I had no choice back then…”

Bryant said, “I’m already married.”

you get a divorce?” Margaret’s desperation was palpable, her face etched with sorrow as if

was shocked by her blunt question. She got no hint of shame for being the other woman. Bryant seemed almost amused by his anger, his teeth clenched. “Marriage is

he moved to

his shirt, refusing to let go.

–

knew Bryant could effortlessly shake her off if he wished. I watched the scene unfold, a part of me hoping for something, hoping he would break free and draw a clear line. And our

acting grown-up and avoiding foolishness, he seemed to

of relief. My

in the eyes and tell me.

the persistence of an old denied candy, Margaret

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heart hung in limbo once more.

voice, emotion hard