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.

I was 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

face turned to ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and me isn’t what you think. She’s no threat to you!”

couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh? And what is

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big sister clinging onto her little brother, and the brother caring for

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

just playing cards? Or maybe studying some

“Shut up!”

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

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

seemed to forget I could

Mark stepped in, his voice low and restrained, “Easy, sne’s

him, his words laced

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

escaped me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk

she’s alright,” he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my

choice, it seemed unlike

even left the hospital, a landline number flashing on the screen.

frowned, answering,

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

me, I couldn’t hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation of

“Wait here for a few

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