Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 91

It wasn't just in my head, nor was it a misunderstanding.

My husband had relegated me to the shadows of our relationship, the part that couldn't see the light of day.

He interrogated me endlessly about my relationship with Mark while insisting I hide behind the door, out of sight.

Ridiculous, to say the least.

"It's not what you think."

Bryant reached out to touch my shoulder, and I instinctively stepped back, stuttering as I looked at him. Tears, which I had been fighting back, began to roll down my cheeks. "Don't touch me."

“Don't touch me,” my mind was foggy, overwhelmed by that single thought.

"Jane, you're overthinking it. I just didn't want..."

His words were cut short by another predictable knock on the door.

Margaret, no doubt, had caused a scene in every room, determined to find Bryant and confront me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have taken so long.

"Go home and wait for me. I'll explain everything," Bryant said in a deep voice before he opened the door and left.

By the time I collected myself, the drama outside had escalated, with the door firmly shut, trapping me inside.

I was wanting to get out; while someone outside was even more eager to get in.

"Why are you stopping me, huh? I wouldn't do anything drastic! Bry, have you fallen for her? How could you do this to me..."

"Margaret!" Bryant's voice was sharp and fierce, cutting her off, "I'm asking you one last time, are you leaving or not?"

"Fine, I'm leaving! What's with the attitude?" Margaret's voice was a mix of whine and petulance.

Soon, the noise outside dissipated.

After calming myself down, I slowly opened the door and stepped out.

The main act might have left, but the audience lingered, all curious about the "other woman."