Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 155

I sat up, stretching my hand out to flick on the bedside lamp, and the room brightened up instantly.

Unexpectedly, I saw him in a state I’d never seen before. The always poised and dignified figure with a shadow of stubble along his jaw and dark circles under his eyes suggesting days and nights without sleep was a picture of sheer frustration.

What mess had the Ferguson Group gotten into to keep him that busy?

I frowned slightly. “You’d be better off catching some sleep than coming to see me.

His defined and strong fingers tugged at his tie, loosening it, a bitter curve to his mouth, “Now I understand the pain of losing a child.”

I clenched my fist, a mocking smile on my lips. “Bryant, I don’t need your empathy. Just remember that you’re the one who killed your first child. That’s enough.”

Pain flitted through his eyes, his lips parted slightly, his voice hoarse, “Do you hate me that much?”

“I do.” I admitted, “I can’t stand you and Margaret. If you feel the slightest debt to me or our child, show up next month at the town hall for the divorce papers.”

“Okay.” He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping, murmuring, “As you wish.”

That night, my sleep was anything but peaceful. Despite finally making a tough decision, couldn’t shake the feeling that it wouldn’t end so smoothly. The unsettling sensation kept me restless and agitated.

next day brought a piece of welcome

voice was brimming with laughter. “Designer Jane,

impress.”

“Mark, you’re in the

if I say you’re the design contest’s winner?” Mark chuckled, “Does this sound like I’m joking?”

jumped up, my eyes lighting

through all those shits recently, I dared not

and refreshing. “Of course, I was amazed by

it. But a competition is a competition. It had to go through a jury vote, so

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hide my excitement. “Mark, thank

thank you, I’m expecting a dinner

the

It was only right to treat him to a fancy meal.

pleasure.” Mark readily agreed, a hint of joy

nearby, burst into laughter. “Am I invited,