Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 156

Christine's shopping spree knew no bounds, dragging me through store after store. She mused that leaving her job enabled her to spoil herself after being a workhorse for four years.

"Hey, isn’t that the Patek Philippe woman?" she suddenly exclaimed, nodding toward a luxury boutique we were passing by.

I glanced over. "Yeah, that's Margaret."

There she was, modeling a handbag that cost over a brand-new car, likely contemplating the purchase. Bryant has always been overly generous with her.

I wasn't particularly keen on watching the spectacle unfold, so I tried to pull Christine away, but she suddenly grabbed me, and we ducked behind a column!

Confused, I gave her a puzzled look.

"It's your father-in-law, Albert!" she whispered in shock.

"Albert?" I was surprised.

"Yeah, Albert is out shopping with the Patek Philippe woman!" Christine's face lit up with the excitement reserved for juicy gossip.

"I don't see the big deal," I shrugged it off with a smile. "Margaret has always been the apple of Albert's eye."

Even Bryant couldn't get a sliver of his father's affection. It all went to Margaret.

Still puzzled, Christine peeked out for another look and turned back to me suspiciously. "I've never seen a stepdaughter and stepfather this close. They're almost like real father and daughter."

"Their bond might as well be," I said, disinterested in delving further into the Ferguson family dynamics, except for Timothy, "Let's just go."

But before we could make our escape, Margaret called out to us!

"You've been searching for so many years, jumping from one to the next..." Christine's gaze shifted to Margaret, her lips curling into a smirk. "Now, you wouldn’t be setting your sights on your stepdaughter, would you?"

"What are you implying?" Margaret's face turned red with rage, glaring at us before complaining to Albert, "Dad, look at her!"

Enjoying the drama, Christine cheekily added, "You don't call him Dad in bed, too, do you?"

The air was thick with tension as both their faces soured, and Christine, unable to contain her amusement, whisked me away to the grocery store.

Christine tossed snacks into the cart and mused, "What exactly is going on between Albert and the Patek Philippe woman?"

I shook my head. "I have no clue."

"It's not a typical stepfather-stepdaughter relationship." Christine’s eyes suddenly sparkled with mischief. "Do you think they’re..."