Five Years of Marriage to Mr. Bradford (by Koi Fish) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

“If I’d known things would turn out like this, I would have studied much harder in high school and skipped far fewer classes,” someone lamented.

“If I’d realized he liked me back then, I wouldn’t have chickened out on graduation day. I would have confessed my feelings, no matter what. I can’t believe I let that chance slip away,” another sighed.

“If I could start over, I would never allow myself to be dependent on anyone else,” Jenny remarked.

The effects of alcohol loosened everyone’s tongues, stirring their most sentimental nerves. For a moment, there were glistening eyes around the room as they transitioned from youthful days to the brink of adulthood, each carrying their own regrets.

“Rebecca, what about you? What is your deepest regret? If you could turn back the clock, what would you do differently?” someone asked.

Rebecca held a glass of wine, the liquid shimmering in the light. Her thoughts wandered back to Halloween when the osmanthus flowers had sparkled like scattered stars.

She managed a faint, wistful smile. “If I could start over…”

Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open, revealing Vance standing in the doorway.

“If I could start over,” she continued, “I would eat all the pumpkin pies by myself. I wouldn’t share them with anyone.”

The alcohol amplified the bittersweet ache swelling in her chest until it pressed against her ribs and made every breath a struggle.

She took a deep breath and looked up to see Vance standing in the dim light.

Her classmates chuckled at her whimsical wish. “What kind of pumpkin pie was it that tasted so amazing? Spill the details and make us drool.”

“Was it from some old family shop? Is it closed now?”

They assumed it was a rare treat from a bygone bakery, forever lost to time.

Rebecca’s gaze locked on Vance. Tears started to well up, hot and blurry. “It’s not from any famous brand; it was homemade when I was younger.”

Her classmates nodded empathetically and launched into their own complaints.

“That’s true. Pumpkin pies these days come in all sorts of fancy flavors, but nothing beats the simple ones of the past.”

“Totally! I love old-fashioned pumpkin pies.”

“Hey, Vance!” Someone spotted him. “Come on in! You are late, buddy.”

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The person beside Rebecca quickly vacated the seat. She was already tipsy, Vance’s figure doubling in her hazy sight. As he approached, she instinctively tugged at her classmate’s sleeve, but her grip missed.

Vance settled firmly beside her. Right then, a guy named Obadiah Mendez lined up three glasses in front of him. “You are late, Vance. The penalty is three shots to start!”

“Sorry, man,” Vance replied, draping an arm around Rebecca’s shoulders and gazing down at her. “I am here to pick up my wife. I cannot drink because I have to drive.”

“Just call a rideshare,” Obadiah advised.

“That won’t work,” Vance chuckled. “Look at her. You all got her plastered. If I join in, who is going to look after her?”

Rebecca was indeed a bit drunk, but she was aware of everything happening around her. However, with the alcohol coursing through her, her reactions were more unfiltered.

Her first impulse was to shove him aside. She muttered, “I don’t need you to take care of me. Go away.”

It was pure, instinctive rejection.

“You are really drunk. Let’s go home,” Vance said, attempting to lift her.

She squirmed in his grasp. “I’m not going anywhere! I don’t want to go home!”

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