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.

could just give away something identical to what

who was driving, asked, “Still

“Yeah.”

really ease the sting of disappointment for

would, but instead said, “If she really ends up driving the same car as you, I’ll teach her

are you planning?” I sensed

worry, I’ve got it under control. You just focus

far, and as Christine finished speaking, she smoothly

decades. Tucked away as it was, it boasted an incredible

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of the car, I warned her, “Don’t do anything rash, okay? All I want is a smooth

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

was daunting-forty to fifty tables ahead of us. How long

from an upstairs window, showcasing a handsome face, “Hey,

It was Steven.

frequent a place so lively and

prospect of

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