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.

difference would it make if

would always choose

today had taught me a painful lesson.

towards me from afar, but at the moment when I

her, trembling, and roared

like my eight

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

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a profound

grew angrier the more she thought about it, “Jane, should we call the

the motley city lights, “Tell

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

now.

the point of going to the police? Even if Margaret’s crimes could be proven, with Bryant’s influence,

wanted now was peace, to be

made me more convinced that Timothy’s death

the only one to meet a bad

was still a long way to

day’s events flashing through my mind like

the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, my thoughts

clear.

My baby….

it hurt when

so very small, he couldn’t even cry out

was being tightly squeezed, sour and painful, swelling to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Only by curling up into a ball on

relief.