Lost Me Gained Regret

The fabric between us was thin, yet the skin around my waist felt like it was on fire.

I froze as if possessed by a ghost, but thankfully, my mind was crystal clear. "We laid it all out, Bryant. I can't be in a marriage with a third person involved."

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his forehead pressed against my back, his voice muffled.

Did I feel a twinge of sympathy? Of course.

It's not easy to erase years of affection overnight. I wanted to relent, to give Bryant. another chance. But then, the recent events screamed in my memory, demanding attention. The choice was between him and me.

I sighed. "Bryant, you realize your mistakes, but then you repeat them. It's meaningless."

This time, I chose to put myself first.

After seven years of choosing him, it was enough.

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"Let go, Bryant. Here's so far we can go." I never imagined I could say such cold words to him.

Unrequited love? It was like throwing yourself into a grand solo sacrifice. Just one look or a beckoning from them, you'd ecstatically run back, floating on air for days. Your heart would bloom with joy.

nually Who would have thought that one day, all you'd think about was leaving?

I didn't remember how I left, but I was still in a daze when I returned to Riverview Estat Thankfully, morning sickness spared me any further turmoil. I fell asleep as soon as I down, with no time left for troubling thoughts.

The doorbell woke me the following morning. Other than Christine, no one knew I had moved But Christine would have just let herself in. She knew the code. It was probably just someone confused about the floors.

I tried to ignore it, hoping to enjoy a lazy weekend's sleep, but the persistent ringing forced me out of bed Opening the door, I found Bryant's imposing figure blocking the entrance, his eyes fixed on me. "Are you thinking about settling down here for good?" he asked.

"What else?" I asked, thinking our conversation the night before had been clear enough Since mentioning divorce, Bryant seemed to have dropped his façade. His expression was Chapter 33

indifferent. "Come home with me."

It was an order, his handsome features exuding an authoritative charisma.

Too bad that I wasn't buying it anymore. "Don't you remember what I said last night?"

"What did you say?" He feigned calm, unashamedly claiming, "I got a thing."

"You were sober enough last night." I scrutinized him skeptically.

"Don't know. I blacked out." Bryant argued.

drunk. Can't remember

"Whatever, it doesn't matter." I didn't want to argue and attempted to close the door, but he blocked it.

He calmly stated, "Grandpa called. He wants us to join him for lunch."

"Oh." I had almost forgotten about that detail.

All I could think about was finalizing the divorce and living separately without Timothy knowing.

I stepped aside to let him in, pointing to a pair of cotton slippers by then entrance! "Make yourself comfortable. Give me twenty minutes

With that, I went off to get ready, putting on makeup and changing into an apricot-colored long dress with a casual knit cardigan, then rejoining him.

He had made himself home on the sofa, casually opening a juice. Seeing me, he attempted small talk. "Nice place you've got here. When did you decorate?"