"Seriously, after all the drama, it turns out Bryant's just looking out for his stepmom number two?"
"Compared to him," I pursed my lips, "I'm more curious about how Teresa would react if she found out the truth."
There she was at the hospital today, fiercely defending Margaret. I couldnât imagine her finding out that her beloved daughter, Margaret, had sneaked into her husbandâs bed while she was out cold in the hospital bed all these years. The showdown between mother and daughter would be quite the spectacle.
Christine glanced at me. "What are you thinking? You seem like you're up to no good."
I smirked, "Just wondering when we'll catch them making love."
Christine raised an eyebrow. "Didnât peg you as someone who liked drama, Jane."
"Out of necessity."
I thought, âMargaret, I'll nail it this time.â
The bar was coming to life, with loud music assaulting our eardrums and couples gyrating on the dance floor, stepping into a world of weird wonders.
We were about to book a private booth as usual when Christine tugged at my sleeve. "Let's sit outside. It's livelier."
"Sure." I knew she had grown accustomed to hanging out with Steven and his lively friends over these years.
We found ourselves a booth and settled in, Christine curling up on the leather sofa, pouring us a drink.
Out of nowhere, Christine started, "Jane, when you and Bryant filed for divorce, how did you feel?"
I was stunned, my fingers tightening around the glass. "A mix of sadness and relief."
Iâd got complicated feelings.
Christineâs eyes met mine as she sipped her drink. "Which was it more, sadness or relief?"
I had to admit that her question hit me hard. I could lie to anyone else that it was more of a relief. But it was Christine asking. I downed my drink and confessed, "Back then, it was more sadness."
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 187 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions I was upset that the person Iâd loved so long had always chosen someone else. I was even more upset that he always said Margaret wouldnât affect our relationship, yet our marriage ended because of her. I would've preferred a blatant betrayal. That way, relief would've outweighed the sadness.
Christine probed, "And now?"
"I'm getting better." I smiled, refilling my glass, "I'm learning to stop loving him."
Once I completely stopped, there wouldn't be any sadness or relief.
I could tell Christine was still feeling down, understanding how hard it was to move on from a relationship, so I offered. "Do you know what the most stable relationship between people is?"
Curiously, she asked, "What?"
I answered, "Having no relationship at all."
Suddenly, a large hand landed on my shoulder from behind, a deep voice inquiring, "Whatâs this about having no relationship?"