Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 17

Every move felt like a slap across my face. My heart ached with the sting of it. I had played out scenes like that in my head over and over again. Yet, standing in my home, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine.

“Jane, you’re awake?” Margaret turned to see me and greeted me with a smile, “Come on, try some of Bry’s cooking. It’s to die for.”

With that, she carried a dish to the table, acting every bit the hostess.

I took a deep breath, stepped past her, and asked Bryant straight up, “Why is she here?”

Finishing up in the kitchen, Bryant removed his apron and said coldly, “She’ll be gone after this meal.”

“You want me to leave, huh?” Margaret glared at him.

“Margaret, take the hint! Stop stirring trouble,” Bryant’s tone was icy, his patience wearing thin.

“Whatever,” Margaret muttered and pulled me to join the meal as if the person who had been crying and begging my husband to divorce me wasn’t her and as if she wasn’t the one trying to whisk my husband away

Bryant’s cooking was indeed excellent, a full spread that was a feast for the senses.

the baby inside me

if she could shamelessly be my home?

to make conversation. “Tastes

“Bryant’s cooking is always great. Whenever he’s home, he’s in the kitchen.”

just wanted to mark my territory in the pettiest

a fleeting glance at Bryant. “Never knew you were this good to

eating?” Bryant scoffed and served

me, “Do you know why he can cook? I taught him, especially tomato sauce pasta, my favorite. He puts his heart into it! But he made it so often for me that I got sick of it.

into my

flesh.

to cook on our anniversary night, and he zoned

Chapter 17

a whole minute.

minute, what was he thinking about? Margaret? Or the memories of learning to

If it weren’t for me, how would you have ended up with such a

marriage didn’t work out, so you thought he’d clean up your mess?