Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 237

I would be waiting for him to come home, waking up to find him sleeping beside me in the morning. That feeling of bliss had me hooked, so deep and true. But once the illusion shattered, there was no going back. I even found my past self laughably naive.

He was going through the motions while I felt genuine happiness. A sourness surged from my heart to my nose. I turned away, sniffed, and didn’t pick up the conversation. I didn’t know what else to say. Should I play the victim, or should I curse him out? None of it made any sense.

He exhaled deeply. “I’m starting to realize… Teresa Isn’t exactly who I thought she was.”

I pursed my lips. “How old were you again when Teresa got into that accident trying to save you?”

“Twelve,” Bryant remembered clearly, answering without hesitation.

I couldn’t help but mutter, “No wonder she could fool you so easily.”

A grade–schooler could not tell good from evil. And a grown person, who, in trying to save him, ended up in a hospital bed, not to mention Albert’s constant coaching.

marrying into the Fergusons, all

did you say?” Not catching my mutter, Bryant

brushed it off. “Nothing much. So, what made you think Teresa wasn’t quite the person you

me to marry Margaret.” Bryant’s tone was cold, filled with an indescribable

surprised. The fact that this mother daughter duo could reconcile was beyond me.

hall, fighting like cats and dogs, and

One as the wife, the other

at me helplessly, yet there was a softness in his eyes as if making a promise, “I’m not going to marry

unconsciously clenching my fist, “Who you marry has nothing to do with

to leave. “It’s late. I have things to do tomorrow. You

a

a long while. Being accustomed to superiority, he couldn’t handle being brushed off. He got up, a bit shaky. “I transfer the money to

his eyes were moist, and his voice hoarse.

running out of patience. “I told you, I don’t need it. What I do with the house is my business, not yours.”