Lost Me Gained Regret

After hearing that question, my mind briefly wandered off into a daze. Aside from Christine, who once asked me a similar question, I realized I'd never asked myself that.

Would I? If another guy had saved me that day, and I had woken up to see a different face, would I have fallen for him instead? Or, if Bryant had never been there for me, could my feelings for him have reached so deep? What then? What was my love over the years?.

My thoughts were a mess, too frightened to continue down that path. I shook my head, "Bryant, I can't give you an answer."

Bryant, who's normally so laid-back, was clearly trying to hold it together. His jaw clenched as he let out a big breath. "Okay."

"Does the reason why I fell for you matter that much?" I couldn't figure out why, but he looked somewhat disappointed.

At the brink of our relationship's end, why bother chasing the reasons that started it all?

Avoiding my gaze, Bryant hastily snuffed his cigarette, changing the subject. "I'll take care of the thing you asked for."

"What?" I paused, and it clicked. "You mean about Margaret?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"This time, I hope you keep your word for your grandfather's sake." I was so tired of his repeated broken promises because of Margaret.

His eyes briefly met mine, holding back something, before his voice turned hoarse and hurried. "You should get some sleep. I, I'll be going."

Before I could respond, he was already striding toward the entryway, slipping on his shoes.

Hesitating, I firmly said, 'Since we're getting a divorce, I'll delete your fingerprint and change the locks. Let's try not to cross paths unnecessarily."

He paused, his hand on the doorknob turning pale. But all he said was, "Got it."

His compliance took me by surprise, but it also relieved me.

After he left, I dove into a long, relaxing bath. The house felt large and empty, yet I was in peace and relaxation for the first time in all the years. I took a hot bath, treated my skin with a facial mask, and cared for my skin diligently.

I read a book, turned off the lights, and slept. It felt like a new beginning.

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But that peace only stuck around for the night and to the next morning.

After breakfast, the doorbell rang while I lounged on the couch and scrolled recent fashion shows.

through Assuming it was the grocery delivery I had ordered, I shuffled to the door in my slippers, only to find an unwelcome quest on my doorstep, prompting me to try and close the door. Out of breath and in a rush, Margaret barged in, eyes wide. Jane, you bitch! Did you say something to Bry?"Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I didn't want to argue, reaching for my phone to call building security. "Hi, I'm the resident of unit 2002.

"Got cold feet, huh?" Margaret sneered, her voice filled with bitterness, "You must have told Bry e something Why else would he suddenly be so protective of you, forcing me to vacate the hospital room for you..."

"Hold on." I interrupted her calmly, "Just to clarify, you didn't 'vacate' the hospital room for me. That property belongs to the Ferguson family, and I have more right to use it than you do. You should be grateful you were allowed to stay there."

Margaret retorted, "And what are you? Don't try to act all high and mighty with me..."

'And who do you think you are? Get out. Don't dirty my home." I fumed.

"Is this your home? Bry bought this house. With your salary, it will take forever to afford a place like this in this area?" Margaret spat out angrily.

"Oh, he gave it to me." I shrugged, smiling. "Why don't you go and talk to him about it?"

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