I couldn't see through Bryant.
All I could do was instinctively step back. "What do you mean?"
"Can we not get a divorce? Please?" Bryant clutched my wrist, his fingers tracing my pulse, "From now on, it's only you that I want. No one else matters."
I asked, "Including Teresa and Margaret?"
He said firmly, "Yes."
"Bryant," I sneered, full of disbelief. "Can you even convince yourself of that?"
If it was a sudden epiphany, it was far too late. I hadn't expected him to believe me, but it wasn't enough to make up for the past between us.
His voice was low. "So, you still don't want to remain my wife?"
I looked at him squarely, saying firmly, "Yes, I don't."
If we could go back to before we lost the baby and he made this decision, I might have agreed in a heartbeat. But right then, I couldn't find any reason to say yes.
Was it when he rushed past me to help someone else when I was knocked down? Or was it when the slap he gave me as I miscarried wasn't harsh enough? Our marriage was beyond saving.
Bryant was silent for a long while, his grip on my hand tightening until, finally, his eyes cleared, filled with bitter irony. "I could even pretend I never saw these photos. Isn't that enough?"
His words felt like a bucket of ice water poured over me in the dead of winter, chilling me from head to toe, freezing my blood.
I smiled, but tears welled up first, breaking free from his grasp, "So, you never believed me? Bryant, is that what you think of me?"
"Jane..." Suddenly, panic seized his features as he extended a hand towards me.
I dodged, stepping back while shaking my head with a laugh. "In your eyes, I'm someone who'd sleep around. How disgusting! Aren't you repulsed by touching me?"
He looked stunned. "I didn't mean that..."
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 198 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear "Bryant, you jerk!" With that, I turned and ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind me.
I hid in the bathroom, desperately trying not to cry, telling myself not to cry over him anymore. But the tears wouldn't listen, rolling down one after another. Even determined to divorce, I wasn't invulnerable. I was still flesh and blood, capable of feeling pain. How could he insult me like this? Eight years of love and devotion, only to end up in this painful tragedy.
After that incident, Bryant and I seemed to have reached some unspoken agreement. In the next several days, he had left before I woke up and only returned after I had gone to bed. We barely saw each other, making it less painful.
Mark did message me a few times, checking if I was okay.
Bryant could be obsessively stubborn, and with their relationship already strained, I didn't want to worsen things. Besides, there was no need to drag Mark further into this mess. I assured Mark I was okay and told him not to worry.
That night, after I had finished washing up and was half-lying in bed reading, I suddenly heard a flurry of anxious voices downstairs.
Instinctively preparing to check, I barely opened the door when I heard Gary nearly pleading, "Even if you don't care about your health, think about Mr. Timothy. What will happen to the Ferguson family if you collapse?"
Only Bryant and I warranted such respect from Gary in the vast Ferguson Mansion.
I paused, feeling a tug at my heart, which quickly settled, thinking Bryant was nearly thirty and should know better than to neglect his health.
Right. With that thought, I closed the door again.
Just before it shut, I heard Bryant's hoarse voice. "It's nothing serious. Call the doctor over, will you?"
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