Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 87

Christine, despite being under the weather, snatched the phone right out of my hands with surprising vigor.

“Margaret, take a good look in the mirror, won’t you? Your face is screaming ‘mistress’ so loudly, it’s impossible to hide. Are you blind? And Bryant, what the hell do you think you’re doing…”

A shiver ran down my spine at her words, and before things could escalate further on the other end, I lunged forward and ended the call.

Christine, not yet done venting, fumed, “Why’d you hang up? I was about to give those two a piece of my mind!”

*Just cool down, will you?””

Feeling suffocated by the whole situation just moments ago, I now found a moment of calm. I got Christine a cup of tea and persuaded her, “Honestly, if Bryant really listens to her, it might be for the best. Getting a divorce would set us all free.”

Considering the current state between Bryant and me, letting go seemed like the healthiest option.

“Are you okay with this?”

Christine took a big gulp of her tea, her anger reigniting with every sip, “I support you getting a divorce, but not like this. How dare that homewrecker step all over you! What nerve!”

“What’s there to be okay or not okay about?”

Leaning against the couch, I placed a hand on my belly, drawing strength, “As long as my child is okay, everything else is worth it. There’s still hope for the future.”

Getting a divorce and stepping away from the Ferguson Group sooner rather than later was the plan.

RiverCity was big enough that, without deliberately trying, Bryant and I could probably avoid running into each other altogether.

care of my child, offering each other mutual comfort.

babbling, softly

thought made my heart

didn’t really matter. As long as they

goes.

to dissipate, “You’re right, only those of us with

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to fear. You’re pregnant

Bryant really listen

“Not for now.”

shook my head, “At least, not until Timothy’s birthday celebration is

Margaret were wary of him.

not being able to take the

up

just because of the debt of gratitude he owes to

“Who knows.”

interested in guessing.

cause didn’t matter. What mattered was the outcome.

Margaret

personality, Bryant must be blind to like her…

suddenly struck me, “What would you do if you found out someone you trusted actually

to you?”