Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 138

Bryant stood there, a vision in his tailored dark suit, his demeanor icy, his gaze chilling. Despite the coldness, an oppressive air of authority enveloped him, a natural-born leader through and through.

I was momentarily stunned.

Instantly, Allen's aggressive bravado deflated like a popped balloon. Gone was his earlier swagger as he rubbed his hands together, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he approached Bryant. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson, what brings you here? I was just giving this little lady a piece of my mind.”

My pride felt trampled underfoot by Allen's words. Even though divorce was on the horizon, I didn't want Bryant to see me in such a disheveled state.

Or to witness such an unsavory family scene.

“Let’s leave, this doesn’t involve you,” I urged, pushing Bryant towards the exit.

I didn’t want my uncle meddling in my affairs, and I certainly didn’t want Bryant dragged into this mess.

“You scared?” Allen blocked the door, raising his voice. “Afraid your husband will find out how ungrateful you are?”

I was so frustrated I was almost speechless.

Before I could retort, he self-righteously accused, “It’s not your fault for finding someone new, it’s her. She’s so unreasonable, so inconsiderate! With her temper, how could someone like you possibly tolerate her!”

Bryant glanced at me, his expression loaded with meaning. “Oh? She does have quite the temper, doesn’t she?”

“I’m not wrong, am I?” Allen, feeling vindicated, grew even more animated. “Not to mention, she’s completely ungrateful! You know, it wasn’t easy for her aunt and me raising her, and now when it’s her turn to take care of us, she turns her back.”

“Hmm, that’s not right,” Bryant casually pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his long legs, his voice very light. “You tell me, how should she take care of you? For matters like this, come to me, not her. She doesn’t call the shots in our home.”

I frowned.

What did he mean by coming to him, by saying I didn’t call the shots in our home?