Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 131

It was Bryant!

Mark’s eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. One man radiated a warmth reminiscent of a sunny afternoon, while the other held the cold sharpness of a winter morning.

Their interaction instantly gave me a feeling of high tension. It was as if instead of being childhood friends, they were two people on completely opposite sides.

I racked my brain, trying to understand when the rift between ryant and Mark had grown after Mark’s return from studying abroad.

Was Bryant misunderstanding my relationship with Mark? An what was Mark’s reason for the tension?

Yet, it was their issue to resolve, not mine to pry into.

Bryant strode over with a commanding presence, his gaze briel., flickering over was wearing, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Cozy, aren’t you?”

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“Not as much as you two,” I retorted without a second thought.

Ever since the incident yesterday, every word, every action from him seemed to erode the little affection left between us.

I couldn’t help but think, had he just reached out to me, maybe I wouldn’t have lost our baby. But he didn’t, even though I was within arm’s reach. Pretending not to hate him would only make me a hypocrite.

Bryant’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing as he tried to keep his emotions in check, “Enough, let’s go home.”

As if tolerating my mood was a generous act on his part.

Perhaps, he still believed, like before, a simple gesture or sweet word from him, and I would come running back like a lost puppy.

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

that belief, “Bryant, I’m not causing a scene. The only thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you and Margaret apart is a marriage

what’s between her and me isn’t what

couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a

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her little brother,

face darkened like a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did

are alone, you’re just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new skill?”

“Shut up!”

my wrist, pulling me away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of the physical pain

covered my body. If it weren’t for the

cherished Margaret so much, yet seemed to forget I could

low and restrained, “Easy, sne’s

glared at him, his words laced with scorn, “I’m taking

nurse rushed out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson,

you taking me home? Walk away with me now, and I’ll believe every word you’ve said.”

he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his

by his choice, it seemed unlike

as expected, his phone began to ring relentlessly before we even left the hospital,

answering,

call, but his expression softened into resignation, “Alright, stop crying. I’m

hide the mockery on my face, or the

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