Resent Reject Regret by Aqua Summers novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Running Away? With Whom?

“If this is your revenge on me for stubbornly keeping my child, then shouldn’t his death have pleased you enough?! I was incarcerated for a year! I’ve lost everything I’ve ever had! Everything… God… What will it take for you to be satisfied? To let me go?

“I’ve already regretted ever taking up the… the toxic mantle of being the fake Mrs. Brighthall, and I don’t want it anymore… Let me go, I’m begging you… I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want to be Mrs. Brighthall anymore…”

She swooned after that.

Brendan released her. His chest was wrangled in pain, a pain so great that he could not contain it. It pressed against his lungs, denying him any chance to breathe.

What was going on?

He had always seen himself as an ubermensch unstoppable and almost omnipotent . And yet he could not answer this one simple question. His mind was beleaguered by sheer frustration. He stood on the balcony and began to empty his cigarette pack, as though he was trying to self-medicate, however temporarily, with nicotine.

Out of all these inscrutable knots, Brendan was sure of

one thing: He wanted Deirdre to return to him and be his devout lover. She had nothing left, after all. Not her eyes or her looks, not even her mother. Sterling might claim to love her now, but Brendan was sure his love was as fleeting as an impulse. All he needed from Deirdre was docility. In exchange for her submission , he would gladly take care of her for the rest of her life. She would never want for anything.

Deirdre had no idea how much time had passed. All she knew was that her phone was ringing, and that is what woke her up. She opened her eyes and was immediately assaulted by a wave of soreness.

She inhaled sharply upon recognizing it all. Deirdre’s hand felt its way to her phone. “Hello?” she asked, her voice hoarse and raspy. “Who’s this?” “Dee, it’s me!”

His voice made her wake up for good. “Sterry?”

Concern filled his every word. “Are you okay? Your voice sounds so… hoarse. Are you sick?”

Pieces of what that beast of a man had done to her formed in her memories, each of them ushering new chills into her bones. She clenched her fists and replied, “I’m okay. It’s been raining for the past few days, and I caught a cold. What about you, though? How are your injuries?”

“We… should meet.” Sterling always spoke to Deirdre