Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 131

It was Bryant!

Mark’s eyes locked onto his with an intensity that was hard to ignore. One man radiated a warmth reminiscent of a sunny afternoon, while the other held the cold sharpness of a winter morning.

Their interaction instantly gave me a feeling of high tension. It was as if instead of being childhood friends, they were two people on completely opposite sides.

I racked my brain, trying to understand when the rift between Bryant and Mark had grown after Mark's return from studying abroad.

Was Bryant misunderstanding my relationship with Mark? And what was Mark’s reason for the tension?

Yet, it was their issue to resolve, not mine to pry into.

Bryant strode over with a commanding presence, his gaze briefly flickering over the coat I was wearing, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Cozy, aren’t you?”

“Not as much as you two,” I retorted without a second thought.

Ever since the incident yesterday, every word, every action from him seemed to erode the little affection left between us.

I couldn’t help but think, had he just reached out to me, maybe I wouldn’t have lost our baby. But he didn’t, even though I was within arm’s reach. Pretending not to hate him would only make me a hypocrite.

Bryant's gaze darkened, a storm brewing as he tried to keep his emotions in check, “Enough, let's go home.”

As if tolerating my mood was a generous act on his part.

Perhaps, he still believed, like before, a simple gesture or sweet word from him, and I would come running back like a lost puppy.

So sure of himself.

So infuriatingly calm.

Yet, I was determined to shatter that belief, “Bryant, I’m not causing a scene. The only thing left between us now is a divorce paper. Just like the only thing keeping you and Margaret apart is a marriage certificate!”

His face turned to ice as he explained, “I’ve told you, what's between her and me isn’t what you think. She’s no threat to you!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh? And what is it then? Just a simple brother-sister relationship? Hand-holding, pecking, and cuddling up? The big sister clinging onto her little brother, and the brother caring for his sister after her miscarriage?”

Bryant’s face darkened like a thundercloud, his voice through gritted teeth, “Jane! When did you start having such filthy thoughts?!”

“So, what? When you two are alone, you’re just playing cards? Or maybe studying some new skill?”

“Shut up!”

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me away despite the sharp pain it caused. Unaware or uncaring of the physical pain he inflicted.

I had surgery just yesterday, my abdomen still ached, and bruises covered my body. If it weren’t for the urgent need to sever ties with him, coupled with my aunt’s accident, I wouldn’t have ventured out today.

He cherished Margaret so much, yet seemed to forget I could feel pain too.