Watching his reaction, a rush of indescribable pleasure surged through me. The thrill urged me to say more. I felt dizzy, and my body seemed burning, but my spirit was wildly excited. I couldn't care about anything else. I just wanted to vent, desperate to let it all out.
Facing his eyes, I forced a smile and spoke with utmost cruelty, "Yes, I just found out back then. It was only five weeks along, tiny, with no heartbeat yet. There was even a threat of miscarriage. I kept having stomach pains all because I was pregnant."
Bryant looked at me, disheveled, his lips quivering. "Why... didn't you tell me?"
"It was our third wedding anniversary when I found out. I was so happy and couldn't wait to share the exciting news with you. I prepared a candlelit dinner for our anniversary and hid the ultrasound in a homemade cake, hoping to surprise you."
Bryant muttered, "I didn't see the cake..."
"You didn't care about me at all that day!" I chuckled, "You were with Margaret, putting the necklace I had been fond of for a long time around her neck. You forgot our anniversary, only celebrating her divorce!"
"A few days later, I wanted you to accompany me for a follow-up visit to the hospital, hoping you'd hold the ultrasound report in your hands."
Watching him fall apart bit by bit, I said faintly, "But when I woke up that morning, you had gone to be with Margaret. You told me to go to the hospital alone! Oh, and the day of the check-up, I was planning to tell you then..."
Bryant apologized, "I'm sorry. I..."
"Don't rush your apologies." I wiped away the falling tears on my cheeks and blinked, "That day, the doctor said the baby was developing well, already had hands and feet, a very healthy baby... But then, on the day Margaret dragged me into that car accident, our child turned into a pool of blood and left us."
The more I spoke, the more I realized that only he could share my pain. Seeing him hurt seemed to offer me some relief!
I kept on hurting him on purpose. "The baby might have been saved. But as you ran past me, I stretched my hand out to you with all my strength, and you didn't pull me up. Bryant, you chose to let him go with your own hands..."
"Stop, please stop." Bryant suddenly pleaded, his usually cold demeanor then showing traces of moisture at the corners of his eyes. He reached out, wanting to pull me into his arms.
But these hands, just minutes ago, were choking me for another woman. I shook my head and stepped back, gouging at his heart. "I have to say it!
Bryant, it was you and Margaret. Both of you are responsible for my child's death..."
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 146 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions Suddenly, Bryant punched the wall, slowly closing his eyes, his gaze trembling uncontrollably!
His face showed sorrow and helplessness. After a long while, his broken voice filled the room, "Forgive me. Please forgive me."
Over and over, as if that was all he could say, like a child who had erred.
I shook my head. "You didn't harm me, but the child. But he, he can't answer you now."
In his eyes, there was only pain as he stuttered, "I didn't know. I didn't know you were pregnant. If I had known, I would never have."
I stared at him, numbly replying, "Unfortunately, there are no such ifs."