Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Actually Make It

Getting back to work had me feeling like I’d clawed my way out of a fog, like I was finally firing on a few cylinders again.

The cherry on top? Actual money hitting my bank account.

Yesterday, finance–out of the blue–slid a full month’s base salary my way. 6.5 thousand dollars. To me, that was like finding a leprechaun’s stash.

I didn’t bother overthinking why they’d pay me that much for three days‘ work. Jude’s loaded; he wouldn’t blink at a few bucks missing.

I slung half the money to Casey without a second thought. She was busting her hump, dragging fancy meals for two to the hospital every single day. That’s no walk in the park.

Sure, she pulled a decent salary, but taking care of her grandma and me? That was a juggling act from hell.

Too bad she wasn’t biting. When she stormed my room, she tore into me like I’d spit in her coffee.

“What’s this bullshit? You tossing scraps at a bum? You think my cooking’s some cheap–ass takeout anybody can buy? Don’t come at me with pocket change–try a couple million, then we’ll talk,” she barked.

I cradled my plate, grinning like a total goof. “Casey, I’m back at it–got a paycheck and all. Pretty cool, right?”

“Why’re you smiling like an idiot? You’re still half–dead–eat your food, for Christ’s sake. You’re gonna be the death of me,” she growled, plopping a couple slices of grilled filet mignon onto my plate.

But when she turned away, I caught her wiping her eyes, thinking I wouldn’t see.

I chowed down on the filet mignon, my throat tightening. Holy hell, her cooking was a straight–up massacre of good food.

But each bite hit me hard, her care sinking deeper than the taste ever could.

Once we’d stuffed ourselves silly, we fell into our usual banter.

When Casey caught wind I was designing again, her face darkened, worry creasing her brow. “Your condition–doesn’t it mean you’re supposed to take it easy, not stress yourself to death?

“You should be chilling, not killing yourself over work. And Jude-”

His name landed like a punch, and successfully unlockedet, dodging the rest of that minefield.

Jude was my personal ghost–always there, impossible to shake, a bruise I kept pressing on.

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I flicked my hand like I didn’t give a damn. “Work keeps my head straight, and money keeps me grinning. Beats wasting away in this bed.”

“You know I’m a hot mess at everything else–design’s my one decent trick,” I said, shrugging. “Maybe I’ll drop dead someday, but my buildings? They’ll still be out there, kicking ass.”

“Shut your fucking trap!” Casey snapped. “Don’t you dare talk that grim shit!”

She was superstitious as they come, glaring daggers until she was sure I hadn’t hexed myself. “Look, you gotta eat right–put some meat on those bones, get tough.

“Food’s your new ride–or–die. I’m hauling it here every day, and you better keep it stocked when you’re out.”

I nodded quietly, but my brain was already crunching the math. The filet mignon cost more than my dignity. Why drop a fortune when eggs and milk get the job done?

Still, with cash flowing in, I could at least keep the pantry stocked without having a panic attack.

Maybe it was the boost in my headspace, but my body was rallying fast.

I’d even wrapped up the design revisions before they let me out of the hospital, and it felt good to nail something again.

Ellen came barreling into my room, grinning like she’d won the lottery. “Ada, you’re a goddamn legend! That revised plan? Approved first try, no bullshit!

“You don’t even know–the design crew’s been busting their asses for months, and those pricks kept shutting us down.

“Everyone’s chomping at the bit for you to come back and run the show. So you better get yourself in gear and heal up!”

She went on and on about how the team was lost without me, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I knew the truth, and it wasn’t so rosy.

In the design department, I was like a fucking hurricane–wrecking everything in my path.

Jude could never keep his personal crap out of the office. He was always fucking over the team just to get at me. If he hadn’t been such a colossal asshole, I wouldn’t have walked out back then with my head held high.

The last thing I wanted was to drag everyone else down with my drama–screw that

noise.

But now? Things had changed. First, I had to make sure I didn’t croak before I could even think about the rest.

“Long as Bright Group’s on board, we’re good. This project’s a big fucking deal,” I said, already tallying up my commission in my head.

Should cover my meds for a solid six months. That little math problem had me smiling

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-six more months of not kicking the bucket? I’d take it.

“Yeah, but… they wanna meet, like, yesterday. In person, “Ellen said, her face scrunching up like she’d bitten into a bad apple.

And there it was–the real reason she’d hightailed it here straight from work.

The design was my brainchild, so naturally, I had to be the one to seal the deal. Anyone else might fuck it up and send us back to square one.