Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 47

On the way

to dinner, my mind was still a whirlwind, replaying the scene from earlier and feeling utterly baffled by my own naivety.

When Margaret threw that question out, a part of me actually hoped Bryant would stand up for me, saying something like, “Of course she can spend my money,” or, “Since when does she need your approval to use my money?”

But what did Bryant say? He said, “The car was a gift from Grandpa.”

That shut Margaret up alright.

a:

When Margaret made a scene, he didn’t recognize my car, let alone remember I got the car. Or maybe, he did remember, but he didn’t want Margaret to know he was actually nice

to me.

Here I was, Mrs. Ferguson, feeling like I didn’t even have the right to use what was supposedly ours. Did I really need to hide and tiptoe around his ex?

And yet, he could give Margaret a car right in front of me, coldly pacifying her with, “Come on, you’re not a child. What’s the big deal? Buy the same model in a different color. It won’t take long.”

Looking out at the city lights beginning to twinkle in the evening, a sour feeling twisted in my stomach.

just give away something identical to what was supposed to be a

was driving, asked, “Still

“Yeah.”

knowing the divorce was coming didn’t really

her eyes, not cursing as she usually would, but instead said, “If she really ends up driving the same car as you, I’ll

planning?” I sensed something was

You just

Christine finished speaking, she smoothly parked at the

Tucked away as it was, it boasted an incredible menu that attracted locals

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“Don’t do anything rash, okay? All I want is a smooth divorce, nothing else

replied nonchalantly, heading to the entrance

tables ahead of us. How long

as we were fretting, someone yelled from an upstairs window, showcasing a

It was Steven.

playboy to frequent a place so lively

lit up at the prospect of skipping the wait, and we

Mark were waiting. Steven, ever the wealthy heir, contrasted Mark’s casual, refined