Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 96

From a short distance away, a voice I recognized all too well drifted over to me.

My father-in-law, Albert, appeared with his rainbow-colored sunglasses and a Hawaiian shirt, looking like he'd just returned from another one of his escapades on some tropical island.

Albert was a classic playboy who never grew out of his wild, youthful ways. And at the time, he was just an older version of that carefree spirit.

Upon seeing him, Margaret burst into tears. "Oh, Albert, I'm so glad you're back. It's been so hard for me these days."

"Did Bryant mistreat you?" Albert slid his sunglasses up to rest on his head, fixing his gaze on Bryant. "I've told you a hundred times that you must take good care of Margaret. I leave for just two days, and she ends up in the hospital?"

...

I couldn't help but feel a storm of annoyance brewing inside me, looking for a chance to escape the drama.

But then, Albert suddenly noticed me and flashed a satisfied grin. "Jane? You're here, too."

I greeted him out of politeness, even though I didn't see him as much of a father figure to Bryant.

Albert nodded. "That's how it should be. You should take better care of Margaret."

...

I could stand up to Margaret, but standing up to him was another story-he was, after all, my elder. All I could say was, "I have to go now."

Hearing that, Bryant practically shoved Margaret into Albert's arms, his voice cold. "Since you're back, she's your responsibility now."

With that, Bryant made to leave with me.

"Bry!" Margaret called out in anger and frustration, but Bryant ignored her, following me to the elevator.

I sighed. "Bry, sometimes I don't get you. On the one hand, you hook up with Margaret. On the other, you act like you care about me. But I don't want to understand anymore."

My voice softened as I kept my gaze fixed on him. "I just want a divorce. The faster, the better."

I was tired of dealing with the gossip and rumors at Ferguson Group. Once I get the divorce done, I could use working from home as an excuse to focus on my pregnancy in peace.

Whatever happened between him and Margaret was no longer my concern.

"Mrs. Ferguson?" A familiar figure approached us from a distance. It was the doctor who had conducted my ultrasound that day.

I felt a sudden tension, unsure of how to act, especially with Bryant at my side. The doctor looked relieved to see us together. "It seems you've told Mr. Ferguson. That's good. There’s no problem unsolved between husband and wife."

"Told me what?" Bryant's eyebrows furrowed, his gaze sharpening as he looked at me. The atmosphere suddenly charged with tension. "What did you tell me?"