Lost Me Gained Regret

Tears streamed down my face like a sudden downpour as my fingers trembled, taking the velvet box.

Upon opening it, I found two locket pendants, both crafted from the most exquisite gems, one adorned with a delicate flower pattern and the other plain.

Such precious gem was hard to come by, a testament to how much Timothy had cared.

I carefully closed the lid, sniffled, and asked, "When did Timothy find out about my pregnancy?"

He had known it all along yet chose to spare my feelings by never questioning me. Timothy was gone, yet I still felt his loving embrace.

Gary said, "Mr. Timothy had someone check your medical records after the last family dinner. Please don't be mad at him. He was worried about your health and feared you might hide it from him.”

"How could I be mad at him?" My sobs grew louder, "I only blame myself."

Had I told Timothy sooner, he could have enjoyed his happiness for a little longer. He wouldn't have had to tread so carefully, afraid even to ask me.

"Bringing a new member into the Ferguson family is a blessing. Mr. Timothy would be overjoyed, even from the heaven."

Gary comforted me and remembered something Timothy had said, "Right, Mr. Timothy mentioned before, if one day you can't stay with Mr. Bryant, the child will be yours, and the Ferguson family will provide financially."

I was shocked into silence. So, it was that I had been too defensive. Timothy had never intended to take the child away.

"It's just..." Gary hesitated, "At the end of the day, Timothy still hoped you and Mr. Bryant could live happily together."

"Fine, I understand." I took a deep breath, letting the tears freely flow. "Please keep the child a secret for now."

Gary nodded solemnly, "Rest assured."

Leaving Timothy's room, I felt a sense of confusion engulf me. Suddenly, I understood Bryant's sense of guilt toward Timothy.

Returning to the bedroom, just out of the shower with damp hair, Bryant looked at me with a slight frown. "Why are you crying again?"

"Bryant," I closed my eyes, fighting to hold my tears. "Does the promise you made the day before yesterday still stand?"

He seemed more sober after the shower, his gaze intense, "It stands."

"You won't vanish because of her call again?" asked.

His voice was deep and steady, "I won't."

"If you can keep this up until the end of our cooling-off period, we'll continue our marriage."

I raised my head to look at him, "If not, we'll get the divorce papers as soon as the cooling-off period ends."

He suddenly pulled me into his embrace, his cheek gently rubbing against my hair treating. me like a treasured possession, which momentarily dazed me. "We can start over."

I didn't respond. With Bryant, I dared not easily utter the word trust again.

I tried to stay rational, not to fall too easily, and softly said, "Before that, we... shouldn't sleep in the same room. Will you move, or shall 1? I need to let Emma know in advance." This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

He stiffened, caressing my hair. "We om won't go back to LunarLakeBay Villas. We'll stay at the Ferguson We'll stay at Mansion. Are you sure you want Timothy to see us living apart under the same roof?"