Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 41

The thought struck me as both absurd and hilarious.

I had been left alone on my wedding night, celebrated birthdays without my husband by my side, watched as the gifts I yearned for were given to someone else. And on the day of our baby's check-up, he chose to accompany another. Now, as we neared the end of our marriage, he couldn't stand me having a housewarming party with friends?

I couldn't help but smirk, lowering my eyes to meet his. "If you won't leave, I'm calling Margaret."

I knew once Margaret showed up, he'd be swamped.

Suddenly, Bryant pulled me close, resting his forehead against my chest, his voice raspy. "Jane, I really never wanted things to end up like this."

His words almost made me waver.

But then, as if on cue, his phone rang on the dining table, flashing 'Margaret' on the screen.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me, snapping me back to reality. I pushed him away, "Your phone's ringing."

Just then, Mark emerged from the kitchen.

"Jane, everything's pretty much cleaned up. I'll take Steven home now."

"I'll walk you out."

I glanced at the tall figure answering the phone on the balcony, fighting the irritation bubbling inside me.

After tucking Christine into bed, I went to help Mark with the task of getting an unconscious Steven downstairs.

But Mark didn't let me exert myself.

His gentle expression was tinged with concern. "Jane, are you alright?"

"Huh?"

It took me a moment, but then I realized he was referring to my mood. I nodded, replying, "I'm fine."

In the elevator, I remembered Mark had drunk a bit too.

"Mark, did you call a cab? If not, I can call one for you."

"Don't worry, I've got it covered."

He smiled, and after a brief silence, just before the elevator doors opened, he softly asked, "So, you and Bryant are getting a divorce?"