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 to get a fancier lifestyle and maybe bring Margaret on board

did you say?” Not catching my mutter,

you think

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

that this mother daughter duo could

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

then? 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 anyone. Don’t listen to or believe what other people say.”

stunned, unconsciously clenching my fist, “Who you marry has nothing to do with me anymore. You

to leave. “It’s late. I

a distance, given

fell silent for 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 you, and you’re not selling the house.”

his eyes were moist, and

need it. What I do with the