Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 122

The barrage of accusations came flying, leaving me totally dazed.

Clutching my aching belly, I managed a faint reply, "What did you say?"

"She miscarried!"

Bryant pointed towards the hospital room, his eyes dark and stormy, "She lost her baby! The doctor said it's going to be really hard for her to conceive again! Jane, are you happy now?!"

His question shook me to the core, my throat felt like it was clogged with a waterlogged sponge, and a bitter smile tugged at my lips. It took me a moment to find my voice, "She miscarried, huh?"

But... so did I.

The blood that flowed from me... it was our child, the one I had been sincerely looking forward to for so long.

I always thought, even if one day this terrible marriage was over, I'd still have a child by my side.

But now, there was nothing left.

It felt like... there was nothing to look forward to anymore.

What he referred to as Margaret's "tantrum" took everything from me.

But in the end, I was the one to be blamed.

Bryant stared at me intensely, his jaw clenched, "Seeing her miscarry makes you happy?"

I laughed even more wildly, "Yes, she deserves it!"

Her child for mine, and still, it didn't quench my hatred.

Smack!

His expression turned icy, a slap landed firmly on my face, "Jane, how can you be so heartless!"

"Drop your act." Bryant scoffed, "Did you go to that concert by yourself?"

I realized what he was getting at but didn't get a chance to respond. He sneered, "You’re always blaming me, but you went to a concert with Mark behind my back. Isn't that a bit hypocritical, Jane?"

I couldn't help but burst into laughter, my body shaking with it.

"You're right, Bryant, I'm exactly that kind of hypocrite, happy now? Since we both think so lowly of each other, let's just end this. I'll see you at City Hall, on the 5th of next month. I'll resign tomorrow, and I'll send the design competition entries directly to them. Let's end this."

"Jane..."

As I uttered my last word, he suddenly seemed panicked.

With Christine's support, I left without looking back, and he seemed to get even more infuriated.

Behind me, his voice, cold and harsh, echoed, "Jane, you're so eager to leave me for Mark? Don't be naive!"