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 is a

as he explained, “I’ve told you, what’s between her and me isn’t what you think.

And what

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The big sister clinging onto her little brother, and

gritted teeth, “Jane! When did you start

what? When you two are alone, you’re just playing cards? Or maybe studying

“Shut up!”

me away despite the sharp pain it caused.

just yesterday, my abdomen still ached, and bru es covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with

to

voice low

Bryant glared at him, his words laced with scorn,

from the elevator, panting, “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says

on then, weren’t you taking me home? Walk away with

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

his choice, it seemed unlike him.

we even left the hospital, a landline number flashing on the

frowned, answering,

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

he stopped and turned to me, I couldn’t hide the

hand, “Wait here for a few minutes, I’ll be

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