Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 80

As the car lights flicked on, Bryant jerked awake almost instantly, his expression tinged with the irritation of being disturbed. The next second, his gaze collided with mine..

His face relaxed, "Is the concert over?"

Just like nothing had happened.

As if him deceiving me, spending days and nights with Margaret was all in my head.

I was too tired to keep up the act, "The person you saw at the hospital yesterday was me. Bryant, I was probably standing about ten feet away from you, no, maybe even closer. I saw with my own eyes how distracted my husband was over another woman. And I heard you admit to the nurse that you were her husband. So, when you called me yesterday, I already knew you were lying to me"

I I forced a smile, staring at having a baby, aren't you?"

him as I spoke deliberately, "Oh, right, she's pregnant. You're With every word I said, his expression turned uglier, more complicated!

But the more I spoke, the better I felt.

Seeing his face darken, I couldn't help but laugh, "Congratulations, you're going to be a dad."

Suddenly, he leaned in, stretching his arm to pull me into the car!

I was just processing what happened when Kevin gave me an apologetic look and smoothly closed the car door..

These two were incredibly in sync!

Bryant pinned my hands above my head, we were so close that if I stretched my neck a little, I could brush against his nose.

But I felt no trace of romance, only annoyance.

"Get lost!"

"No." Bryant uttered, his large frame blocking my view, imposing, "First, I wasn't distracted over her."

"Second, it was an emergency, and I couldn't be bothered to explain to the nurse."

"Third, I didn't intend to deceive or hide anything from you."

He pressed his forehead against mine, his deco eves as if trying to peer into my soul, his voice slightly muffled, "I was just afraid that if you knew, you wouldn't want me anymore."

My heart felt as if it was being tightly squeezed, causing a sharp pain.

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He seemed quite adept at playing with emotions, making it seem like he was the victim even when he was in the wrong.

Perhaps in this relationship, I was the ultimate loser.

How does that saying go?

Whoever falls in love first, loses.

Trapped in the confined space of the car, his dominance was suffocating. Even though he was the one explaining.

raconate next to m His voice continued to ear "Fourth, yes, she is pregnant, but the child isn't mine."

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I hadn't even had the chance to breathe a sigh of relief.

His gaze was fixed on me, those shining eyes like vortexes, as if trying to pull me in, "Fifth, this is the most ΕΠ important part, remember this.

I frowned in confusion, but he planted a firm kiss on my forehead, his words leaving room for argument, each one sending shivers down my spine.

"Take back that congratulations. I'll only be a dad to your child."

My nails dug sharply into my palms, painful, yet it brought clarity.

Had he said this before today, I might have been overjoyed, slamming that bring ultrasound report on his forehead, telling him, "Bryant, you're really going to be a dad."

Life has its ways of playing tricks on us.

A twist of fate, a play of destiny.

When the timing is wrong, everything is wrong. No matter how hard you try, no matter how deep your love, it's futile.

I hid my bitterness, glancing at his serious face, deliberately provoking, "What about my child with another man?"