Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 33

The fabric between us was thin, yet the skin around my waist felt like it was on fire.

I froze as if possessed by a ghost, but thankfully, my mind was crystal clear. "We laid it all out, Bryant. I can't be in a marriage with a third person involved."

"I'm sorry," he murmured, his forehead pressed against my back, his voice muffled.

Did I feel a twinge of sympathy? Of course.

It's not easy to erase years of affection overnight. I wanted to relent, to give Bryant another chance. But then, the recent events screamed in my memory, demanding attention. The choice was between him and me.

I sighed. "Bryant, you realize your mistakes, but then you repeat them. It's meaningless."

This time, I chose to put myself first.

After seven years of choosing him, it was enough.

Bryant was silent for a long while, unable to respond.

"Let go, Bryant. Here’s so far we can go." I never imagined I could say such cold words to him.

Unrequited love? It was like throwing yourself into a grand solo sacrifice. Just one look or a beckoning from them, you'd ecstatically run back, floating on air for days. Your heart would bloom with joy.

Who would have thought that one day, all you'd think about was leaving?

I didn’t remember how I left, but I was still in a daze when I returned to Riverview Estate. Thankfully, morning sickness spared me any further turmoil. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down, with no time left for troubling thoughts.

The doorbell woke me the following morning. Other than Christine, no one knew I had moved.

But Christine would have just let herself in. She knew the code. It was probably just someone confused about the floors.