Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 709 You Should Have Let Me Die With My Child!

Deirdre was hysterical. She lunged and pounded her fists on him in a post- traumatic fit. "Are you happy now? Huh? Are you finally satisfied now!?

Nothing pleases you more than seeing me humiliated and dehumanized and suffering from a nervous breakdown, doesn't it, you demon!? If you hate me so much-if you hate me this much-then why didn't you let me die and rot in prison!? Let me die with my child, and I wouldn't have to suffer all of your torment for no f*cking reason!" 1

Brendan froze. It felt like a million thorns were stabbing his chest simultaneously, stinging him so much that his teeth chattered. It hurt, yet he could not even garner the strength to voice it.

It took him a while to reel out of that pain. He threw his arms around her and squeezed her as tightly as he could, as though he was worried that she might vanish if he did not. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I should have protected you."

He was muttering to himself as pain ravaged him.

"You’re sorry?" It was a scoff. What an absurd sentence! And the sheer cruelty of its worthlessness—it was as cheap as any sound a man could make, worthless precisely because it conferred no punishment and yet demanded unreserved forgiveness.

but her gaze was even colder. 'You disgust me! Everything about you disgusts me! You

place isn't safe. Just let me drive you

scornfully. "I'm the least

Brendan froze.

from me, Brendan. I hate you enough as it is. Do you really want me

sledgehammer, and the world suddenly seemed dark. He now knew how much he had lost. Even his strength to defend himself was gone because there was no

the weak streetlight and the vague hues it illuminated. Brendan snapped out of

time of his life cruising through the mostly empty streets at high speed. He called out to Deirdre from a distance, warning her to move aside, but a confused Deirdre simply took a staggering step

just as the young man made a near-brush crash in the opposite

glare at him. "Watch where you're going

young man cowered. He nodded apologetically and ran

you hate me and would very much rather not see me, but you can't see at all, remember? It's hard to hail