Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 26

I had scripted the scene in my mind. I would propose divorce, and Bryant would readily agree. It would be dignified yet simple.

"Did he say something?" Christine asked.

"He said..." Just thinking about his words choked me up. "He said I was into Mark."

"Wait, what?" Christine was flabbergasted and burst into laughter out of sheer frustration. "How does his brain even work? Back in college, Steven and the guys could tell you were into Bryant and even asked me about it. And now he thinks you're into Mark?"

"That's why I couldn't hold back. I hit Bryant." I looked down, feeling a bit wrong as if all my efforts over the past seven years had been futile. Or perhaps his thoughts had never lingered on me, so he couldn't even discern who I had feelings for.

Soon after, our food delivery arrived.

Christine brought in two huge bags of groceries, meticulously placing them in the empty fridge.

I moved to help, but she pushed my hand away. "Did you forget you're pregnant? Just sit down."

"I never knew you had a homemaker side to you," I joked.

"Taking care of pregnant women starts with me," she quipped back, finishing up tidily before grabbing a couple of beers and leaning on my shoulder, slowly sipping.

The lights outside shone brilliantly. We fell into a long silence.

Eventually, Christine burped softly and asked, "Jane, do you think there are any good men in this world?"

"There are," I assured her, recalling how wonderful my father was and how often I saw happiness on my mother's face. People say you can tell how good a husband is by looking at his wife.