Lost Me Gained Regret

hapter 228C

It was Dorothy.

She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jane, I’d advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant.”

That she found my address so quickly was alarming.

I frowned, “Whether it’s you or Margaret, you’d better check yourself into a hospital or better yet, go bother Bryant. Don’t come here bothering me.”

“Huh, cut the act!” She glanced inside my house with disdain. I’ve done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a place?”

She lifted her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full display.

My patience wore thin, and I replied coldly, “Oh, what about you? If it weren’t for the luck of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling in someone else’s marriage?”

expect me to play nice if

away, glaring at her

don’t want to take my advice or accept my good will,

think splashing blood on someone’s doorstep is being nice?” I shot back sarcastically,

“So, you insist on clinging

capabilities, do you think I could

all troubling me. If anyone didn’t want me to have peace and refused a divorce, it was Bryant, not me. They feared Bryant too much and only dared to

laughed. “Fine, if you said that. Given the current troubles of the Ferguson Group, a marriage alliance with

a happy marriage and

I moved to

can’t do anything to you? Yeah. Here’s RiverCity, unlike

baffled, giving her a cold look.

what was she still

eyes widening in fury. “Do you even know what standing the Myers family has? If