Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 263

Dorothy's face stiffened. "Marriages can end in divorce. You two had plans for that, didn't you?"

Bryant frowned. "Can't you see?"

Dorothy asked in confusion. "See what?"

"I don't want a divorce." His demeanor seemed casual yet filled with earnestness, "And I'm actively wooing my wife back."

I stared at him, completely baffled, unable to tell if he was being sincere or just making up an excuse to push Dorothy away.

Dorothy clenched her teeth in secrecy, a flash of resentment crossing her face, but soon, she laughed confidently. "Bryant, maybe you don't know me well enough since we haven't known each other for long. My parents spoiled me rotten. I've always got whatever I wanted. The more you show your love, the more I want to become Mrs. Ferguson to see how blissful it can be!"

She and Margaret were worlds apart. Margaret still had to put on a facade in public, but Dorothy scorned even that pretense, let alone acting. After all, she had the Myers family to back her up. She didn't need to resort to any fakery.

After her declaration, she strutted out in high heels like a pampered little princess.

Teresa sensed Bryant's distinctly different attitude and hesitated, "Bry…"

"Teresa, have Kevin arrange for a driver to take you home," Bryant said, diverting his gaze and speaking flatly.

Teresa's mouth hung open slightly, and after a moment, she reluctantly left, shooting me a resentful glance on her way out.

I was perplexed. "You seem different toward Teresa. Why?"

I avoided his gaze. "Funny, I've felt that way, too. When you broke your promises, I've tasted what it's like to have nothing left."

I'd got plenty of those.

Bryant squeezed my hand. "You can have more, and you will have a lot more."

"But I've gotten used to having nothing." I took a deep breath, looking at him calmly, "I'm not like Dorothy. She wants what she can't have because she's the darling daughter of the Myers family and always has her wishes fulfilled. But I'm not her. I hardly got what I wanted, so I learned to let go from a young age."

All the trials, the bravery, and the consequences were mine alone to bear. But I forgot, in some ways, Bryant and Dorothy were alike.

He stared at me intently, his lips parting slightly to coax, "It's okay. I'll take the steps toward you. You stay put, waiting for me, and don't back out. Jane, I'm serious. I will make it up to you. I don't want to lose you."