Lost Me Gained Regret

Christine had been on the hunt all day.

Finally, she found a place that ticked all her boxes.

If only it wouldn't rain, then it would be absolutely perfect.

"Oh, my back..."

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the couch as soon as she got home, too tired to move or think about doing anything.

But after a while, she forced herself up to remove her makeup.

While she was putting on a face mask, her phone on the coffee table wouldn't stop buzzing.

Picking it up, she saw the caller ID and let out a scoff.

Nope, not answering that.

And straight to the block list it went.

Meanwhile, Dailey was left hanging.

He had waited all day, and Christine hadn't sent even a single message his way.

Did she really not care about him anymore?

Was she really ready to reduce him to less than a stranger in her life?

Rubbing his aching forehead, he sent her a message.

"Tomorrow, 4 PM, at the Hillside Café. We need to talk."

never got

someone meant no notifications, no

she'd received it. He assumed she

...

in the evening, sneaking through the slightly ajar balcony

entwined figures on the

Gregory, "We agreed, just

radiated heat, making my cheeks flush. His deep brown eyes were

wanted to try on my dress early in the morning, to sort any

let this drag on, I wouldn't sleep till the

early would be

a

smirked, his voice husky and

make you think I'm past

was a trap, I

me who's getting on, I can't overdo it. Shouldn't you, as

resonated from deep within,

...

That conversation went nowhere.

opened my mouth to respond but couldn't find

leaned in closer, his

I? Now, can't you be a little patient with

found

eyes in the early morning, I was filled with

I was too drained to even

day, as expected, I

milk for the baby in