Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 25

"What? You're kidding, right?" I was utterly stunned.

Bryant just shrugged casually. "I mean, Mark."

"That night, wasn't it him who dropped you off? He had just flown back from abroad, and you couldn't wait to see him." His tone was a mix of sarcasm and self-mockery.

I furrowed my brows, looking at him in disbelief and asked, "Are you saying I have a crush on Mark?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Bryant’s lips twisted into a bitter smile, cold and mocking. It felt like a slap in the face.

A wave of anger, nothing I'd ever felt before, surged through me, and I slapped Bryant hard across the face. "Bryant, you bastard!"

Despite trying to hold it back, tears streamed down my face. I found myself crying, then, absurdly, starting to laugh. It was all just so ridiculous.

To think, after all these years of being hopelessly devoted to him, it all came down to him insinuating I wanted a divorce because of another man.

How pathetic it was.

Christine appeared out of nowhere, followed by Steven.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Christine said, pulling me along. She shot Steven, who looked utterly shocked, a look of annoyance. "What are you waiting for? Grab the luggage. Did you think you were here to watch a soap opera?"

Steven glanced at the suitcases, then at me, then at Bryant, then back at Christine. He looked lost.

Turning back to Bryant, his voice barely above a whisper, he stammered, "Bry, Bryant?"

I felt like I was on pins and needles until Bryant finally said with an inscrutable expression, "Just do it."

...

After seven years of having a crush on him and three years of being married, I never thought it would end in such an embarrassing way.

It seemed when people felt guilty, they lashed out first. Bryant was no exception.