Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 31

Glancing at the clock, it was already past 2 AM. Wasn’t Bryant supposed to have left work with Ma

Margaret? Instead, he ended up grabbing drinks with Steven, and from what Steven implied, Margaret wasn’t there..

y out of

Calling Steven again only led to the realization his phone was dead, probably battery.

Left with no choice, I changed and hailed a cab to their usual hangout spot, a private club they often frequented.

By the time I arrived, the crowd had mostly dispersed. Only Steven and Mark remained in the private room alongside Bryant, sprawled on a couch, dressed in a designer suit, his long legs crossed, deep in slumber.

Seeing me, Steven gave me a helpless look. “Jane, I don’t know what got into Bryant today. He kept egging Mark on to drink, and we couldn’t make him stop.”

I had a hunch about what might have triggered it. Bryant was still stubbornly convinced that there was something between Mark and me.

It seemed all men might share this trait. They could mess around all they wanted, but they’d never allow even a hint of infidelity from their wives, even if such a hint was nothing but baseless suspicion.

Mark, who looked refined and gentle even in his drunken state. “Mark, are you okay? I brought

were hazy from

bit of sobriety and looked up at me, his cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like a kid waiting for candy, I placed the pill in his palm and handed him a

despite our attempts to intervene, he

I could process it all, he handed me the

“Yeah,” I said.

the smell of alcohol and gently tapped his face. “Bryant,

frowned in annoyance and broke into a dazed smile upon seeing it

he enveloped my hand in his. His palm

louder, clearly amused. See, Jane? Good thing I didn’t call

Chapter 31

She’d be furious.”

in the corner, remained silent throughout.

surprisingly

got Bryant into the car before Steven turned

I did was roll down the windows. I used to be indifferent to the smell of

in the middle of the night, on top of the day’s frustrations, I found myself aggressively alternating between the gas and

the bumpy ride, Bryant mumbled in protest, “Kevin, slow