Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 137

But I couldn’t change the fact that he was my uncle!

He could use this relationship to spout nonsense in front of Bryant!

“Jane, that’s a bit cold, don’t you think?”

Leroy chucked the bag of chips onto the table, putting on a show of pretending to be att wise. “I get it, your husband had a fling, right? Saw it with my own eyes. That woman? Not even close to you in looks. Just another Instagram face. Let him have his fun, he’ll get bored and come back.”

Infidelity seemed like a feather’s weight to these morally bank pt men.

I struggled to keep my temper in check, “Listen, I don’t need yor involvement in this, got it?”

“Got it.”

Allen was the poster child for how not to age gracefully, flashing his yellowed smoker’s teeth in a greedy smile, “Fine, keep Mr. Ferguson out of this if you like. But if you can cough up thirty grand a month and sort out a decent job for Leroy, I’ll stay out of your hair.”

“Why don’t you just rob a bank?” My temper flared, “Hear me loud and clear, not a dime from me to you, ever again.”

“I’m gonna sue you! I brought you up, but now you won’t look after me. I’ll make sure everyone knows!”

What about you? How much did you spend on me while I was with you?

waited for me. Barely eight and struggling to mop the

school hours, cooking would’ve

rant about the pointlessness of raising a ‘useless’ kid, threatening to kick me out.

requires

addiction drained my

he was talking of parental grace? Too late for that!

“You ungrateful brat!”

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face, often flushed from drinking, contorted in rage, “Don’t act high and mighty. I know exactly how much you’ll get from divorcing Mr. Ferguson. Even a

not

what’s

you

to strike, but Leroy

decent position at Ferguson Group, with

worry about sending money

shamelessness left