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.

to Bryant after marrying into the Fergusons, all to get a fancier lifestyle and

say?” Not catching my mutter, Bryant asked

think Teresa wasn’t quite the person you thought she

Margaret’s affairs but still wanted me to marry Margaret.” Bryant’s tone was cold, filled with

fact that this mother daughter duo could reconcile was beyond

they were at the town hall, fighting like cats and dogs, and then, they were on the

One as the wife, the

yet there was a softness in his eyes as if making a promise, “I’m not going to marry anyone. Don’t listen to or

clenching my fist, “Who you marry has nothing to do with me anymore. You don’t have

leave. “It’s late.

maintain a distance, given the circumstances.

while. Being accustomed to superiority, he couldn’t handle being brushed off. He got

it was the alcohol, his eyes were moist, and his voice

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