Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 136

I almost blurted it out, but I held back at the last second. It wouldn't have made any difference anyway.

I forced a smile, "You're like a modern-day knight in shining armor. Can I ask you to do one more good deed next month?"

"What is it?" he asked.

I said quietly, "Come with me to get our divorce papers."

The grip on my arm tightened, and I could feel his fingers tremble before everything went silent between us.

After a tense moment, the elevator doors suddenly opened, revealing a loving couple stepping out.

Bryant seemed momentarily distracted, and I took the opportunity to slip my wrist away and stepped into the elevator.

As I pressed the button to close the doors, a sense of relief washed over me for the first time in a long while.

Separation was the best option.

It was the only option.

...

That night, whether it was because things were finally getting resolved, or I was just exhausted, I slept until past nine the next morning.

Even Christine leaving for work didn't wake me up.

She had left a pot of oatmeal with bacon bits in the kitchen for me.

I ended up eating a lot, wondering why I was so hungry, when it hit me – I had miscarried.

Without the morning sickness, of course, my appetite came roaring back.

If it weren't for the reminders every time I went to the bathroom, it would feel like everything was just a distant dream.

After breakfast, I sat in the sunlight, continuing my work on the design draft for the competition.

It was nearly complete; just needed some finishing touches.

Once done, I tweaked a few details and emailed it off.

Just as I was about to stretch my stiff neck and shoulders, my phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered, confused.

Bryant's voice was cool, "If you don't want a divorce, why keep up the act?"

"What are you talking about?" I was utterly bewildered.

"I know everything." His tone softened, "Your uncle came to see me, said you cried?"

...