Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 197

He shot up from his chair, a storm brewing on his face, and towered over me with a glare that felt like it lasted an eternity. Finally, through gritted teeth, he spat out, "In your dreams!"

My temper flared in response, and I abruptly stood, marching toward the living room where the whispering duo of Margaret and Teresa were seated. "Out with it, what's the deal?"

"Bry!" Margaret rose, smugness personified, her gaze skipping past me to land on Bryant as she dropped her bombshell. "You know what? That baby Jane carried might not even be yours."

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Rage consumed me, and I was about to let a slap fly her way when Margaret, ever the viper, dodged and shoved an envelope against me.

Her smirk came with scorn. "See for yourself. Let's see how you explain this to Bry!"

The envelope slid down my body to the floor, but before I could pick it up, Bryant was already on it, his fingers visibly tensed as he ripped it open and pulled out several photos.

Just like that, a noticeable change swept over him. What was once a gentle expression was now clouded with the onset of stormy anger.

My heart sank. I hesitated, then reached out to grab the photos, but Bryant pulled them away before my fingers could barely graze them.

An icy aura exuded from him, making my hand hang suspended in the air, unable to move.

"Bry, you see!" Margaret smiled, her voice a soft poison, "She's been unfaithful for a long time. That child in her belly was likely Mark's."

I calmed my thoughts and spoke evenly, "Just from a snapshot of a hotel entrance, you're already drawing conclusions?"

"What else?" Margaret's words were sharp as knives. "Do we need a bed photo to make it clearer? You would stoop that low, huh? Meeting Mark even when he was abroad, yet you dare claim that child was Bry's!"

"Margaret," Teresa interjected with a feigned attempt to mediate, "Let's hear what Bry has to say. After all, it's a matter of a man's honor. Stirring up drama like this, where does that leave Bry's dignity?"

Oh, what a perfect show. One played the angel, the other the devil! But their aim was unified, pinning that unwarranted accusation squarely on me.

My suppressed anger flared, my gaze icy as I turned to Teresa, "Weren't you the one demanding solid evidence at the hospital yesterday? How come when it's about me, we're resorting to speculations based on several photos?"