Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 123

I paused, a wave of indescribable sorrow washing over me.

The whole world knew how much I loved Bryant, to the point where I couldn’t bear the

thought of anyone else in my heart. Yet, he always felt like my heart belonged to someone else,

There was a time when I would have gladly ripped my heart out just to show him, “Look, Bryant, it’s all about you.” But now, that was something I couldn’t do anymore.

I even doubted if his name would still be found within it, when all that remained were

scars.

On the way back to Christine’s place, she looked at me with such pity, biting her lip before finally asking, “Why didn’t you tell him you had a miscarriage too?”

“It wouldn’t make a difference.”

I leaned on her shoulder, my voice weak and lifeless, “So he might feel sorry and come back to me for a while. Then what?”

I had gone through this too many times. Trying over and over to make things right, only to end up more broken each time.

And the price I paid this time was even more devastating.

“True.”

Christine let out a long sigh, trying to hold back her sobs, “Let him be with the one who killed his own child. When he finds out one day, let’s see how much he regrets it.”

“He might never regret it.”

Thinking of how he had coldly interrogated me earlier for the sake of Margaret, I felt both pitiful and pathetic.

would it make

choose Margaret

the street today had taught me a

when I needed him the most, he turned to someone

her, trembling, and roared with anger…

like my eight years of feelings were

me. Even if I had died right in front of him, he probably would have stepped over my body to rush to Margaret.

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a profound love,

more she thought about

out at the motley city lights, “Tell me, in

Timothy around, this situation might have been handled differently, but

now.

could be proven, with Bryant’s influence, he

wanted now was peace, to be far away

me more convinced that Timothy’s death was likely linked

the only one

long way to go.

the day’s events flashing through

the night, drenched in cold sweat, my

clear.

My baby….

when he left?

have. So tiny, so very small, he couldn’t

was being tightly squeezed, sour and painful, swelling to the point where I

relief.