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.

determined to shatter 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

between her and me isn’t what you think. She’s no threat to

what is it then? Just a simple

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her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after

teeth, “Jane! When did you start having such filthy thoughts?!”

just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new

“Shut up!”

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

yesterday, my abdomen still ached, and bru es covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident, I wouldn’t have ventured out

Margaret so much, yet seemed to forget I could feel pain

stepped in, his voice low and

his words laced with scorn,

was about to refuse, a nurse rushed out from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s bleeding

taking

alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me finally

his choice, it

we even left the hospital, a landline number flashing on

answering, “Yes?”

his expression softened into resignation,

to me, I couldn’t hide the mockery on

for a few minutes,

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