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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 92

Just why should I always be the one waiting, reaching for the unreachable?

"I heard you just left with Bryant. What happened? Did he mess with you again?"

She sent an angry emoji.

Before I could reply, a call came through. I promptly hung up. "I'm fine, in the car. We'll talk when you're back."

Throughout the ride, Mark could sense my mood was down. He let me be, not trying to force any conversation.

He gave me the space to zone out.

Before getting out of the car, I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Mark, about what he said today, don't take it to heart."

He slowly pressed the brake to a halt, chuckling lightly. "It's okay. I'm actually happy."

"Why?" I was puzzled.

Mark turned to me, teasingly, "Didn't you notice? You haven't thanked me today."

I pursed my lips, "But I really should have said..."

"I'm not reminding you to thank me."

He interrupted me with a smile, then softly added, "Between friends, we don't need such formalities, right?"

I smiled faintly, "Then, if you ever need help, remember to reach out to me. I'm heading up."

"Sure," he nodded.

As I entered the building, I heard the sound of his car driving away.

Arriving back at Christine's, I didn't even want to turn on the lights. Using the dim moonlight, I navigated to the bathroom for a shower before heading to bed.

My body was exhausted, but my mind was more awake than ever.

I used to just think my marriage was a failure.

After tonight, I felt it was a misfortune.

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