Lost Me Gained Regret

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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?”

could hit where it hurt. Dorothy shouldn’t expect me to play nice if she stepped on

raised her hand, intending to slap me, but I pushed her away, glaring at her foot nearly stepping inside my home, my

hatred. “You’ll see. “Since you don’t want to take my advice or accept

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

you insist on clinging to the Ferguson family, huh?”

Bryant’s capabilities, do you think I could refuse if he wanted a divorce?”

were all troubling me. If anyone didn’t want me to have peace and refused

of the Ferguson Group, a marriage alliance with the Myers

offering my sincerest blessings. “Then let me wish you a happy marriage and a quick addition to

to close the door.

even with my non–confrontational stance, Dorothy still wasn’t satisfied and arrogantly stopped me, gritting her teeth. “You think I can’t do anything to you? Yeah. Here’s RiverCity, unlike Vista Town, where I can do whatever

giving her a cold look. “Are you crazy or something?”

so what was she still venting

I implied, her eyes widening in fury. “Do you even know what standing the