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.

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

All she knew was that her phone was ringing, and that is what woke her up. She opened her eyes and was immediately assaulted by a wave of

upon recognizing it all.

her phone. Hello?” she asked, her voice

“Dee, it’s me!”

voice made her wake up

every word.

Your voice sounds so… hoarse. Are you sick?”

that beast of a man had done to her formed in her memories, each of

and

”

caught a cold.

Sterling always spoke to Deirdre with a special kind of loving, gentle tone, but this was the first time he sounded grave and afraid. “Every time my mind drifted to the thought of you being caged by t-t-that psychopath, I just… God,

me your address.

tell him no. She was

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

to be

“A-Alright.”

had always known where her

clothes out of her luggage,

minutes passed before Sterling Fuller appeared-a frantic man, his back hunched as he paced toward his destination as quickly as he could.