Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 34

Barely a week after he'd handed me the keys, the house was already under renovation. I was chasing contractors from dawn till dusk. He never bothered to ask about it.

No matter how late I got home, at most, he'd politely comment, "Quite the night, huh?" or, "Looks like the Design Department's swamped."

That was it. No inquiries about where I'd been or what I'd been up to. It wasn't within Bryant’s scope of concern anymore.

With divorce on the horizon, I wasn't in the mood to hold back. "Maybe it's because you've been too busy with Margaret."

Sure enough, his face tightened at the mention.

I felt a twinge of satisfaction.

Bryant said, "We haven't been in touch lately."

"No need to explain to me. It didn't matter anymore." I said, "As you please. Once we divorce, you can bring her home."

"Jane, why do you have to be so snarky?" His brows knitted together, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

I looked indifferent. "And how should I speak?"

"Divorce or not, she has nothing to do with us," He said.

"Seriously? What a joke." Dropping that bomb, I went to the foyer, changing shoes to leave.

Waiting in the car, the driver hurried to open the door for me. As I settled into the car, Bryant followed close behind.

Bryant, who usually had little to say, made an awkward conversation throughout the ride.

His gaze dropped to my feet, puzzled. "Why have you stopped wearing heels?"

"Flats are more comfortable," I replied emotionlessly.

Since I found out I was pregnant, I ditched the heels. Didn't want to risk anything.