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 if he knew?

would always choose Margaret

scene on the street today had taught me a painful

the moment when I needed him the most,

her, trembling, and

my eight years of feelings were

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

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profound love, indeed.

angrier the more she thought about

the motley city lights, “Tell me, in today’s RiverCity, who

this situation might have been handled differently, but he was gone

now.

going to the police? Even if Margaret’s crimes could be proven, with Bryant’s influence, he could easily turn the tables

peace, to be far away from

the words Margaret spewed in her madness today made me more convinced that Timothy’s death was likely linked to her.

wouldn’t be the only one to

long

I slept in a daze, the day’s events flashing through my mind

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

clear.

My baby….

it hurt when he left?

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

painful, swelling to the point where I couldn’t breathe. Only by curling up into

relief.