Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 210 

“No problem.” I nodded, giving her a skeptical glance. “Has Steven been bothering you?” 

“Yep! Burp…” She sipped her water, belching slightly, her gaze unfocused, yet her thoughts seemed crystal clear. “He said he didn’t want to split up and would ditch the arranged marriage for me.” 

I was stunned. “For real?” 

“Are you daft?” Christine’s fingers, adorned with an elegant manicure, poked my forehead, her clarity unshaken. “Whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. Even if he wants that, do you think his folks would agree? His family might not be as posh as the Ferguson family, but still, a girl like me marrying him? Fat chance.” 

Christine continued, “No matter how passionate love is, can it stand up to his family’s staunch opposition? And if I do marry him, how long before the happiness turns to bitterness? Only a fool would fall for that!” 

After hearing her out, I pinched her cheek. “Had quite a bit to drink, yet your brain’s still ticking, huh?” 

She gave me a bittersweet smile. “That’s why I drank so much.” 

That was too lucid. Christine didn’t even allow herself the chance to sink into oblivion, to grasp a moment of fleeting happiness. 

Christine rested her head on my lap, murmuring, “Cinderella ended up with the prince because she was born into nobility. But I’m just the Little Match Girl.” 

My heart ached for her. “Then I’ll buy your matches with all my savings and make you rich.” 

After all, Bryant had given me plenty, enough to provide for Christine. 

The next day, I woke without an alarm, freshened up, and headed to the kitchen to cook breakfast. I made a simple affair of milk with sandwiches. 

Christine sat at the dining table, looking deflated, eyeing me with a shaky voice. “I feel you’re in a good mood today.” 

“Feeling pretty decent.” I set breakfast in front of her. “I’ve got an appointment with Bryant today to to sort out our divorce papers.” 

“Today?” She yawned, piecing it together. “Weren’t you guys in the cooling–off period till next month?” 

I answered, “A call from Bryant can sort it out.” 

Christine frowned, “He’s that eager, huh?” 

“I was the one who suggested it.” I smiled, sitting opposite her, took a sip of milk, and dropped the bombshell. “You were right about Albert and Margaret being an item.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Christine was stunned, speechless. “For real? You caught them in the act?” 

I smirked. “Yup.” 

She snatched my phone. “Did you take pictures? Show me!* 

“Eye–watering stuff,” I warned kindly. 

Undeterred, she declared, “I’ve seen it all. It won’t faze me.” 

After viewing, her verdict was succinct. “Wow, quite the quick shooter, huh?” 

I nearly choked on my breakfast, shooting her a glare and urging her to eat up. 

Post–breakfast, Christine offered to wash the dishes while I stepped out to the balcony, dialing Bryant. 

He picked up immediately, silent, waiting for me to speak. 

• you 

I pursed my lips. “When can you make it today? I’ll be at the town hall waiting for you.” 

Crash! It sounded like a phone smashed, followed by a burst of static 

I clutched my palm, zoning out on the balcony for a bit before heading back inside when 

It was Kevin. 

my phone rang again. 

I answered, “Hello?” 

“Mrs. Ferguson… Kevin sounded unsettled. “Mr. Ferguson told me to inform you, 2 PM.” 

I took a deep breath. “Okay.” 

As the moment to officially divorce approached, I felt an uncanny sense of unreality.