Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 169

I couldn't bear the thought of owing Bryant favors, especially now that we were on the brink of divorce! And why should I? After all, Allen had racked up the debt, not me. I refused to pick up the tab for someone like him.

"I'm well aware of the kind of clout that guy has," the raspy-voiced man muttered, pressing the call button and switching on the speaker. "We’re not looking to make an enemy of him. If you truly divorced him, I won’t stir up trouble for myself."

Tension knotted my stomach as the phone rang with a persistent beep. Should I plead for Bryant’s help or sever ties completely?

These thoughts bounced around in my head until the call connected, and Bryant's answer came through, but not how I expected. It was Margaret's voice that greeted me. "Who's this? Why are you calling so late at night? "

My fingernails dug into my palm, the pain sharp. "It's me, Jane,” I said, “Where's Bryant?"

Bryant was supposed to be signing some documents. But why was his phone in Margaret's possession?

Margaret paused, and then her voice oozed smugness as she cooed, "Oh, him? He forgot that it takes a month to get the period after a miscarriage. He thought I was about to start mine and ran out to buy me tampons, leaving his phone behind. What's up?"

Tampons? That word hit me like a ton of bricks. In three years of marriage, he'd never once remembered my cycle, let alone buy me such personal items.

Suddenly, a memory from our third anniversary flashed through my mind. Bryant asked if I was about to start my period and quickly dismissed it as a mistake.

But he hadn't made a mistake. He had always kept track of Margaret's period, not mine.

The irony stung. It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing my heart, the pain intense and prickling, "Oh, I just wanted to ask about finalizing our divorce next month. No issues, right?"