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.

he could just give away something identical to what was supposed to be a gift

“Still thinking about what

“Yeah.”

was coming didn’t really ease the sting of

not cursing as she usually would, but instead said, “If she really ends up driving

are you planning?” I sensed something was

I’ve got it under control. You just focus on staying healthy for the

Christine finished

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

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anything rash,

it,” Christine replied nonchalantly, heading to the entrance to check our wait time.

tables ahead of us. How long

fretting, someone yelled from an upstairs window, showcasing a handsome face, “Hey, Chris, come on up! We’ve saved you a

It was Steven.

expected this playboy to frequent a place

initially annoyed, lit up at the prospect of skipping

Steven, ever the wealthy heir, contrasted Mark’s