Lost Me Gained Regret

A quiet, mocking chuckle suddenly filled the air.

The air around Bryant was charged with an intense fury. His jaw clenched, his

voice chillingly cold. “So, you went through all this trouble to take these

photos just to blackmail me into a divorce?”

I shot back, “What else?”

Or did he think there was any chance he’d see the error of his ways with

Margaret and come crawling back to salvage our failed marriage?

That was just a fairy tale.

His fury swelled, teeth clenched, and he spat out, “Jane, are you sure you

want a divorce?”

“Yes.” I didn’t hesitate for a second.

His face darkened. “And if I refuse?”

I stood my ground. “Then I’ll bring the skeletons out of the closet.”

Knowing Bryant’s nature, I was sure he’d never let the affair get out.

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It was more than embarrassing. It would rock the Ferguson Group’s stock and

cause a scandal.

It might be a minor domestic issue for some, but it was tabloid fodder for a

family like ours.

Even the most prestigious families had their secrets, but it would be a

different story once they were out in the open.

Bryant’s temples throbbed, his hands balled into fists, veins popping, and

through gritted teeth, he growled, “Get out.”

I ignored his fury. “The sooner, the better.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes bore into me as he said, “Leave!”

“Okay,” I responded, stepping out of the car smoothly. Before I shut the door, I

set the terms, “Mr. Ferguson, let’s make it tomorrow. Otherwise, I might spill

the beans someday if I’m in a bad mood.”

I swiftly closed the door right before his outburst, turning to leave!

A few steps away, I realized I’d forgotten my coat. It was cold. Turning back to

grab it, the black Maybach had sped off into the distance.

Seeing that Mark hadn’t replied to my text, knowing he was still busy, I found

a sheltered spot and took out my phone to book a ride.

The party was still winding down, and as I waited, my gaze met Gregory’s.

Gladys had personally seen him out.He seemed to read my mind, managing Gladys while subtly signaling, “Trust,

no doubt.”

I hoped so.

Slightly reassured, I got into the car, and then Mark called.

“Jane, you home yet?” He sounded apologetic, “Got caught up in something

and just saw your message.”

“Almost there.”

“Were you… with Bryant?”