Lost Me Gained Regret

A mistress confronting her successor—I felt like I was in a daytime drama,
and all I could do was laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.
Just as my laughter faded, a muffled snicker echoed from behind me. I spun
around, my heart skipping a beat, only to meet the gaze of a man with a
naughty smile and a leather jacket, leaning casually against the wall. “Mrs.
Ferguson’s taste in drama is… unique,” he remarked, with a hint of mischief in
his eyes.
Caught eavesdropping, I felt a twinge of guilt, but it quickly dissipated. “Aren’t
you doing the same?” I retorted.
The man smiled. “I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
“Well, you have now.” Our banter was cut short as I scrutinized him. “And you

are? How do you know me?”
“Gregory Ford.” He straightened up, shedding his carefree demeanor as he
introduced himself and then, with a nod, said, “Mrs. Ferguson, until we meet
again.”
Without another word, he walked away, only to grab Dorothy, the heiress with
a penchant for trouble, by her ponytail. “Dorothy, with your kind of brains, not
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knowing the main player from the sideline, maybe try not being a mistress,”
he quipped with mean sarcasm.
Dorothy furrowed her brows in anger. “What do you mean, Greg?”
“If I hear that disgusting term from you again, I’m sending you back home
tonight,” Gregory warned before letting her go, casting a meaningful glance
back at me as if he was about to reveal the truth to his “girl,” but instead, he
just smirked, “That’s why you’re called dumb.”
I was surprised. A quick mental rundown of RiverCity’s elite didn’t place him
anywhere, and there he was, dressed down and fitting in effortlessly at