Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 141

"Jane."

His gaze was locked on me, his eyes swirling with an emotion I couldn't quite place, "I regret the papers."

"Huh?"

"I can't stand the thought of divorcing you."

His voice was low, as if shrouded in a mist.

I licked my lips, pointing towards the elevator we were about to reach, "I'll head out first."

Everything that needed to be said, had been said. Continuing this tug of war was just adding to the annoyance.

"I said, I'd take you..."

"Bry!"

The elevator doors slid open, and to my surprise, it was Margaret. Her face lit up with joy, "I thought you said you were busy this afternoon? Couldn't stay away from me, could you?"

I didn't look back, stepping past her into the elevator. After pressing the button for my floor, I didn't even bother to see what expression Bryant was making.

Whether his face showed helplessness, irritation, or indulgence, it didn't matter to me anymore.

What I needed to learn now was to let go. Let go of the person I had chased for eight years and still couldn't keep up with.

...

On my way home, Mark called.

I answered with a smile, "What's up, Mark?"

"Did anyone else see your design submission?" His tone was serious.

A bad feeling began to grow inside me. Slowing down, I thought carefully, "Just Chris. No one else."

Besides leaving it at the office overnight, the design had never left my house.

There was a brief silence on the other end before I couldn't help but ask, "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah." He nodded, searching for the right words, "Your design... it's been plagiarized. But don't worry too much. It's your work; nobody can take that away from you."

"How is that possible?" I sat up straight, in disbelief.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression serious, "The other person submitted their work before you. She sent it to us last night."

I was stunned, "Can you tell me who it is? Or do we have to wait for the company's decision?"

This wasn't an official competition, but it was organized by a major company, and it carried a lot of influence.

If this issue wasn't handled properly, someone's reputation in the design world could be ruined.

Mark didn't beat around the bush, "It's Margaret."

"What?"

"This is her design submission, take a look." He said, handing his phone over to me.