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.

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 certificate!”

turned to ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and

“Oh? And what is it then? Just a simple

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little brother, and the brother caring for

through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did

two are alone, you’re just playing cards?

“Shut up!”

pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of the

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

seemed to forget I

his voice low and

words laced with scorn, “I’m taking her home

panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she’s bleeding again, insisting on seeing you before taking any medication.”

turned icy, as a bitter laugh escaped me, “Go on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with me

snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me

by his choice, it seemed

to ring relentlessly before we even

frowned, answering, “Yes?”

into resignation, “Alright,

to me, I couldn’t hide the

a few minutes, I’ll be

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