Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 103

Even though the thought of continuing my marriage with Bryant was the furthest thing from my mind, hearing Timothy’s staunch defense still warmed my heart.

Bryant’s lips were a tight line. “I’ve failed Jane, but remarrying was never in my plans.”

“Never in your plans? If that were true, why would Jane consider a divorce? Isn’t it because you’ve broken her spirit?” Timothy didn’t believe a word.

Leaning on the cane, Bryant slowly stood up. “I truly haven’t considered it. However, I can’t just abandon Margaret. After all, she is pregnant.”

“Look at you, Mr. Philanthropy!” Timothy hurled a teacup at him.

Bryant didn’t dodge, taking the hit squarely on the forehead, blood quickly beading at the surface. Yet, his expression remained unchanged, seriously saying, “I promised Teresa l’d. take care of Margaret.”

Timothy fumed. “And what about Jane? The office rumors are vicious, bringing Margaret close and painting Jane as the homewrecker. How is that fair to her?”

Bryant said, “Jane’s far stronger and more independent than Margaret, not easily swayed; by others, let alone affected by baseless rumors.”

I never imagined Bryant’s praise would come under such circumstances. It was the praise that only filled my chest with bitterness.

born strong and independent. I was once like

reason no choice, I used all my strength to grow into resilient wild grass.” Bryant

up without parents, living under

could she rely on if she wasn’t strong independent?” Timothy sighed, his voice filled with anger and disappointment, “Can she really depend on you, when you’re the husband that’s hurting her all the time?”

“She never shared any of this with

ever been a good husband for even a day?”

pressed his lips together. “You got me a

disappointed. The person you’ve disappointed is Jane.”

mind, leaving a lingering bitterness. Perhaps all peaceful separations ended with one person handing out a “nice guy

the study

1/2

Chapter 103

the doorframe, Bryant appeared thinner than I remembered, his features more pronounced. His usually straight posture hunched slightly, blood still trickling from

wanted to be indifferent, but seeing him like

express concern.

softly, his gaze tender. “Worried about