Lost Me Gained Regret

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.
Home Categories Search...
Ê 199/199
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...”
“Bryant, you jerk!” With that, I turned and ran upstairs, slamming the bedroom
door behind me.
Mark did message me a few times, checking if I was okay.