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Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 236
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Chapter 236 Hearing the news, Christine wasn't disappointed. Instead, she turned into a gossip queen. "So, going out with the Gregory guy living across your hallway?" I was surprised. "How did you know?" Christine explained, "Who around you could I possibly not know about? Besides me, there's Mark and Bryant. You wouldn't bother with Bryant. If it were Mark, you'd have toldright away. By process of elimination, that leaves Gregory." My gaze drifted to the distant skyscrapers, their neon lights flickering in the night. I chuckled, "Nothing gets past you, huh?" After exchanging a few more pleasantries, I hung up, only to find Bryant had woken up.

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I put away my phone and dropped the smile, speaking steadily, "You're awake. You should go hthen." His d deep eyes fixed on me. "Trying to avoldnow?" "Not at all." I shook my head and walked into the living room. "I'm just trying to keep my life simple." As everyone thought, I had no parents and barely anything to rely on. How could I possibly stand up to them? Whether the Ferguson family or the Myers family, it made no difference. If I couldn't confront them, I could at least avoid them.

Bryant frowned. "Did Margaret cto you again?" "It was Dorothy this time.” I stated plainly, my voice tinged with fatigue, “Bryant, let's not make this harder for each other. Let's get the divorce papers sorted." Then, we could go our separate ways.

Yet, he seemed to ignore my point, steering the conversation elsewhere. "Why the sudden need to sell the house? Did something happen?" I snapped. "That's none of your business." The more we talked, the deeper the entanglement. Why bother? Bryant massaged his temples, shifting the topic once more. "How much money do you need? Is the sale of the house enough?" That was an even more direct question.

I frowned, reluctant to answer. "We don't need to discuss this..." "Jane," He sighed, cuttingoff, "Does divorce mean we have to becstrangers? Can't I offer you shelp?" Throughout the conversation, his gaze remained on me. The deep color of his eyes, intensified by alcohol, seemed to pullin.

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Suddenly, I was stunned, and when I regained my composure, I lowered my gaze. "At the very least, we should be clear about financial matters. Apart from what's in the divorce agreement, I don't want anything else, including the shares. Once we finalize the divorce, I'll return everything to you." I sighed, trying to keep my tone as light as possible. “The best way you can helpis to just... not get involved. Leavebe."

That was the only way to keep the troubles at bay. That way, I could live my life in peace. I never thought that the persond once cherished so much, the one I chased after with all my heart, the only thing I hoped for was a clean break. Nothing more. I couldn't, and wouldn't, expect anything else. After hearing my words, Bryant's expression turned melancholy. After a moment, he spoke gloomily, "Do you think I'm a complete disaster in family matters?" I was shocked, a pang of sorrow touching my heart. "What do you mean?"

His thick and curly eyelashes drooped slightly, his laugh tinged with self-mockery. "In trying to repay kindnessing Teresa for her kindness, I kept for Indulging Margaret, ruining my marriage. Now, coming hto an empty house, I no longer find the joy of seeing you there. I don't look forward to going hanymore."

Flashes of what had been a harmonious three years suddenly invaded my thoughts. Yes, during th the first three years, when I was unaware of Bryant's facade, I had felt happiness in our marriage. Спари X