Lost Me Gained Regret

We were still technically married, yet she was eager to move on.

The shares were just too hot to handle, their value skyrocketing. And I never wanted to keep them.

But the thought of making Margaret happy too soon was something I couldn't stomach.

I frowned slightly. "And who are you to ask?"

Margaret laughed lightly, her posture oozing superiority. "You're not planning on hoarding the shares, are you? Those were a gift from Bryant to his wife. Once you two are divorced, they're no longer yours!"

"Have you not seen a doctor yet?" I asked, feigning confusion, then added, "It's best to treat illnesses early. Otherwise, when it gets to the point where drugs aren't working, the only choice left might end up being a loony bin!"

She narrowed her eyes. "Jane, are you calling me a psycho?"

I couldn't be bothered to argue further and asked, "You got my resignation letter, right? Please expedite its approval."

"As if I needed your reminder. I submitted it to HR last night," she was itching for me to be out of the picture as soon as possible.

I didn't respond further and sat at my desk, sorting through things that needed handing over.

Bryant probably wanted me gone as soon as possible, too. Resigning seemed to be just a matter of days away.

Seeing her words did not affect me, Margaret became agitated. "Even if it means breaking the sky, you must return those shares. Don't be shameless!"

Just then, Linda came in with a coffee for me. Without looking up, I instructed, "Please take this to Mr. Ferguson's office."

In the presence of others, Margaret couldn't lash out, even though she was fuming. But it wasn't long before I heard a commotion from her office Surprisingly, I still didn't get my resignation approved after the lawyer drafted the divorce agreement I had just printed the divorce agreement, preparing to have Bryant sign it when Linda burst in "Jane, this is juicy gossip!" She closed the door mystically 1 heard Mr. Timothy is here! He gave Mr. Bryant a real talking to in the CEO's office. To think that even someone like Mr. Bryant could get a scolding! But if Bryant's doing such a great job and the

business is rolling along, why would he..."

I felt a heavy weight on my chest, thinking Timothy most likely knew about our impending divorce. I had planned to finalize the divorce and find the right moment to have a heart-to-heart with him. But it seems I couldn't keep it hidden.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

I didn't want to get involved. But, considering Timothy's health, I took the elevator with the divorce agreement.

The elevator went straight to the executive floor, where I could faintly hear shouts from the CEO's office.

Everyone knew about Bryant's temper, and with Kevin guarding the door, they all kept to themselves, t\t\t working diligently to avoid getting in the crossfire.

"Director Webster!" Seeing me approach, Kevin whispered as if he had seen a lifeline) "You're finally here. Please, go in and talk some sense into Mr. Timothy."

"Okay." I nodded, about to push the door open, when I heard Bryant's cold, frustrated voice.

"Grandpa, what more do you want from me? You asked me to marry her, and I did. You asked me to treat her well. And now, the whole world knows I've done so. You wanted me to transfer Mom's shares to her, and I didn't hesitate. Haven't I always followed your wishes?"

Timothy snapped. "Is it all just about following my wishes? Is it all my fault? Ask yourself. Do you not have any feelings for Jane?"

*Yes! It's all about following your wishes. When will you stop meddling in my life?"

Bryant shouted.

After hearing that unequivocal response, my head spun, my body swaying slightly.

So, the harmonious facade of our three-year marriage was just him complying with his grandfather's requests.