Lost Me Gained Regret

It was Bryant!

Mark's eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. One man radiated a warmth reminiscent of a sunny afternoon, while the other held the cold sharpness of a winter morning.

Their interaction instantly gave me a feeling of high tension. It was as if instead of being childhood friends, they were two people on completely opposite sides.

I racked my brain, trying to understand when the rift between ryant and Mark had grown after Mark's return from studying abroad.

Was Bryant misunderstanding my relationship with Mark? An what was Mark's reason for the tension?

Yet, it was their issue to resolve, not mine to pry into.

Bryant strode over with a commanding presence, his gaze briel., flickering over was wearing, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "Cozy, aren't you?"

the coat I

"Not as much as you two," I retorted without a second thought.

Ever since the incident yesterday, every word, every action from him seemed to erode the little affection left between us.

I couldn't help but think, had he just reached out to me, maybe I wouldn't have lost our baby. But he didn't, even though I was within arm's reach. Pretending not to hate him would only make me a hypocrite.

Bryant's gaze darkened, a storm brewing as he tried to keep his emotions in check, "Enough, let's go home."

As if tolerating my mood was a generous act on his part.

Perhaps, he still believed, like before, a simple gesture or sweet word from him, and I would come running back like a lost puppy.

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

Yet, I was determined to shatter that belief, "Bryant, I'm not causing a scene. The only thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you and Margaret apart is a marriage certificate!"

His face turned to ice as he explained, "I've told you, what's between her and me isn't what you think. She's no threat to you!"

I couldn't help but laugh, "Oh? And what is it then? Just a simple brother-sister

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relationship? Hand-holding, pecking, and cuddling up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after her miscarriage?"

Bryant's face darkened like a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, "Jane! When did you start having such filthy thoughts?!"

"So, what? When you two are alone, you're just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new skill?"

"Shut up!"

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of the physical pain he inflicted.

I had surgery just yesterday, my abdomen still ached, and bru es covered my body. If it weren't for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt's accident, I wouldn't have ventured out today.

He cherished Margaret so much, yet seemed to forget I could feel pain too.

"Bryant!" Mark stepped in, his voice low and restrained, "Easy, sne's hurt."

"That's none of your concern." Bryant glared at him, his words laced with scorn, "I'm taking her home to rest properly."

Just as I was about to refuse, a nurse rushed out from the elevator, panting, "Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson says she's bleeding again, insisting on seeing you before taking any medication."

Bryant's expression turned icy, as a bitter laugh escaped me, "Go on then, weren't you taking me home? Walk away with me now, and I'll believe every word you've said."

"Figure it out! Just make sure she's alright," he snapped, perhaps genuinely concerned about my pain, his grip on me finally easing as we moved towards the exit.

I was stunned by his choice, it seemed unlike him.

But as expected, his phone began to ring relentlessly before we even left the hospital, a landline number flashing on the screen.

Bryant frowned, answering, "Yes?"ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I expected a business call, but his expression softened into resignation, "Alright, stop crying. I'm coming up now."

When he stopped and turned to me, I couldn't hide the mockery on my face, or the anticipation of his departure.

He released my hand, "Wait here for a few minutes, I'll be right back."

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"Sure."

I watched him step into the elevator, turning to Mark as I wrapped my boat tighter against the chill, "Let's go, Mark."

Mark seemed surprised, "Not waiting for Bryant?"

I smiled faintly, replying, "He won't come back.

And truthfully, I had expected him to leave, challenging him on purpose.

I'd become accustomed, even numb, to such disappointments. No more waiting, not now, not ever.

As we stepped outside, the cold hit me, "Mark, I need to stop the office. You don't have to accompany me."

"It's no bother, I'm free today."

Mark chuckled, "With you looking like this, if I left you alone, Christine would have my head."

"Alright then."

On the way to Ferguson Group, I couldn't help but did the miscarriage?"

you know about Mark, kad

Aside from Christine and me, it was s supposed to be a secret.

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