Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 42 Running Away? With Whom?

“If this is your revenge on me for stubbornly keeping my child, then shouldn’t his death. have pleased you enough?! I was

incarcerated for a year! I’ve lost everything I’ve ever had! Everything… God… What will it take for you to be satisfied? To let me go?

“I’ve already regretted ever taking up the… the toxic mantle of being the fake Mrs. Brighthall, and I don’t want it anymore… Let me go, I’m begging you… I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want to be Mrs. Brighthall anymore…

She swooned after that.

Brendan released her. His chest was

wrangled in pain, a pain so great that he

could not contain it. It pressed against his lungs, denying him any chance to breathe.

What was going on?

He had always seen himself as an ubermensch-unstoppable and almost omnipotent. And yet he could not answer this one simple question. His mind was beleaguered by sheer frustration. He stood on the balcony and began to empty his cigarette pack, as though he was trying to

self-medicate, however temporarily, with nicotine.

Out of all these inscrutable knots, Brendan was sure of one thing: He wanted Deirdre to return to him and be his devout lover. She had nothing left, after all. Not her eyes or her looks, not even her mother. Sterling might claim to love her now, but Brendan was sure his love was as fleeting as an impulse.

Deirdre was docility. In exchange for her submission, he would gladly take care of her for the rest of her

time had passed. All she knew was that her phone was ringing, and that is what woke her up.

sharply upon recognizing it

its way to her phone. Hello?” she asked, her voice hoarse and

“Dee, it’s me!”

made her wake up for good. ” Sterry?”

every word.

sounds so… hoarse. Are you sick?”

a man had done to her formed in her memories, each

fists and replied, “I’m

”

few days, and I caught a cold.

mind drifted to the thought of you being caged by t-t-that psychopath, I just… God, I couldn’t help feeling anxious!

me your address. We’ll talk when I

wanted to tell him no.

nightmare. She could not-and would not-entangle herself with him. anymore.

be said in person, so…

“A-Alright.”

always known where

the address, took some clothes out of her luggage,

Fuller appeared-a frantic man, his back hunched as he paced toward his destination as quickly as he could. His eyes caught a glimpse