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.

it make

choose

today had taught me a painful

me from afar, but at the moment when I needed him the most, he turned

and roared with anger…

my eight years of feelings

him, he probably

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a profound

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

at the motley city lights,

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

now.

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

now was peace, to be far away from

in her madness today made me more convinced that Timothy’s death was

only one

a long way to

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

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

clear.

My baby….

hurt when he

very small, he couldn’t even cry out in pain.

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

relief.