Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 137

But I couldn’t change the fact that he was my uncle!

He could use this relationship to spout nonsense in front of Bryant!

"Jane, that's a bit cold, don't you think?"

Leroy chucked the bag of chips onto the table, putting on a show of pretending to be all wise. "I get it, your husband had a fling, right? Saw it with my own eyes. That woman? Not even close to you in looks. Just another Instagram face. Let him have his fun, he'll get bored and come back."

Infidelity seemed like a feather's weight to these morally bankrupt men.

I struggled to keep my temper in check, "Listen, I don't need your involvement in this, got it?"

"Got it."

Allen was the poster child for how not to age gracefully, flashing his yellowed smoker's teeth in a greedy smile, "Fine, keep Mr. Ferguson out of this if you like. But if you can cough up thirty grand a month and sort out a decent job for Leroy, I'll stay out of your hair."

"Why don't you just rob a bank?" My temper flared, "Hear me loud and clear, not a dime from me to you, ever again."

"I'm gonna sue you! I brought you up, but now you won't look after me. I'll make sure everyone knows!"

"Go ahead!" My voice rose, "I have records of every penny I've sent over the years. What about you? How much did you spend on me while I was with you? What did I ever ask from you?"

All those years, every household chore waited for me. Barely eight and struggling to mop the floor, I had to kneel and scrub again and again.

If not for my late school hours, cooking would've fallen to me too.

My aunt tried to help, only for him to rant about the pointlessness of raising a 'useless' kid, threatening to kick me out.

Even hiring a maid requires providing a living space.

His gambling addiction drained my part-time earnings several times.

And now he was talking of parental grace? Too late for that!