Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 269

"It's my fault." He said, guilt lacing his tone as he wrapped me in a gentle embrace, his voice filled with remorse and tenderness, "I never truly took the time to understand you before. I saw you as independent, resilient, but never stopped to think from a husband's perspective. To really get to know you, to cherish you."

"But I promise, I'll do better from now on."

Before I could respond or reject him, he quickly added, "I have to head to the office now. Enjoy your breakfast. Let me know if there's anything specific you want to eat, and I'll bring it over tomorrow."

"Bry..." Before I could finish, he was gone.

I glanced at the still steaming breakfast on the table and sat down to eat.

After all, wasting food was not an option.

Over the next few days, Bryant became as punctual as clockwork, appearing at my doorstep every morning without fail.

If I didn't open the door, he didn't linger; he just left the food hanging on the door.

Each breakfast was different and came with a sticky note.

"I remember you loved these when we had breakfast at the mansion. I didn’t need Gary’s reminder."

"The weather forecast predicts snow this Sunday. Want to build a snowman together?"

"When will you let me in?"

"Jane, I miss you."

...

Holding the sticky note, something inside me softened a bit, only for me to deliberately ignore it.

That day, the doorbell was relentless, signaling his determination to wait until I opened the door.

Reluctantly, I did.

"I need to talk to you in person today."

Bryant didn't come in. His gaze was fixed on me as he spoke abruptly, "No matter what happens, you need to trust me, okay?"

2nd gate, RiverCity University.

He didn't even provide a name or a photo of the person I was supposed to meet.

I messaged back asking for the name, to which he replied, "Just wait for her to find you."

Sighing, I grabbed my car keys and headed out.

As I started the car, ready to leave, a cold blade suddenly pressed against my neck from behind.

My whole body went numb as I slammed on the brakes, "Who are you? How did you get in my car?"

"Drive. Don't stop." The voice was chilling, and though his face was hidden behind my seat, his large build was evident through the rearview mirror.

When I hesitated, the blade pressed closer, causing a slight pain. Through gritted teeth, he ordered, "I said drive! Out of the garage, then down Harmony Street. Keep going."

"Don't try anything funny, got it?"