Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 47

On the way to dinner, my mind was still a whirlwind, replaying the scene from earlier and feeling utterly baffled by my own naivety.

When Margaret threw that question out, a part of me actually hoped Bryant would stand up for me, saying something like, "Of course she can spend my money," or, "Since when does she need your approval to use my money?"

But what did Bryant say? He said, "The car was a gift from Grandpa."

That shut Margaret up alright.

When Margaret made a scene, he didn't recognize my car, let alone remember I got the car. Or maybe, he did remember, but he didn't want Margaret to know he was actually nice to me.

Here I was, Mrs. Ferguson, feeling like I didn't even have the right to use what was supposedly ours. Did I really need to hide and tiptoe around his ex?

And yet, he could give Margaret a car right in front of me, coldly pacifying her with, "Come on, you're not a child. What's the big deal? Buy the same model in a different color. It won't take long."

Looking out at the city lights beginning to twinkle in the evening, a sour feeling twisted in my stomach.

To think he could just give away something identical to what was supposed to be a gift for me.

Christine, who was driving, asked, "Still thinking about what happened?"

"Yeah."

Just knowing the divorce was coming didn't really ease the sting of disappointment for me.

Christine squinted her eyes, not cursing as she usually would, but instead said, "If she really ends up driving the same car as you, I'll teach her a lesson."

"What are you planning?" I sensed something was off.

"Don't worry, I've got it under control. You just focus on staying healthy for the baby!"

The restaurant wasn't far, and as Christine finished speaking, she smoothly parked at the front.

This place had been around for decades. Tucked away as it was, it boasted an incredible menu that attracted locals especially during the autumn and winter, making it bustling with business.

Getting out of the car, I warned her, "Don't do anything rash, okay? All I want is a smooth divorce, nothing else matters."