Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 264

I had to admit that Bryant’s words had a way of weaving magic, a sweetness that made me momentarily wish I could forget everything that had happened between us. But some wounds were too deep to heal, leaving a scar unmoved.

Like when he didn't come home all night, I never doubted him. I understood he was busy with work for the Ferguson Group. But after everything that had happened, trust didn't come easy anymore. Love couldn't be unconditional or without hesitation. There were always reservations, defensiveness, doubts, and uneasiness.

Even if things seemed to mend, this pattern, if left unchecked, would lead to a breaking point. So, perhaps it was better to cut our losses.

"Bryant, let's not do this. Let's think this through," I pleaded.

"I know you don't believe me, but I'll prove it," he said with a conviction almost like a vow.

I looked away, handing him another document to change the subject. "Here, take a look at this. I'll go get a nurse to check your temperature."

"Kevin," he called out firmly, "Get me some Arnica cream."

Kevin hurried off.

I was puzzled. "Didn't you have your bandages changed? And Arnica? That's for bruises, not for what you have."

He reached to touch a spot on my lower back, pressing gently. "Doesn't that hurt?"

I winced. "You know I hurt myself there, and still, you pressed it?"

Soon enough, Kevin returned with the cream.

I took it, but Bryant watched me closely. "Give it here."

I refused, "I can apply it myself."

"Do you have eyes on the back of your head?" Without waiting for a rebuttal, he took the cream, lifted the hem of my shirt, and gently rubbed it on the bruise. "You're all bruised up but didn’t say a word. Do you think you don't have a husband to care for you?"

He had never been so attentive. Before, even if I were all in cuts and bruises, he would remain detached.