Lost Me Gained Regret

Hearing that, I realized another person was fixing his piercing gaze on me besides Timothy.

The question made it suddenly hard for me to speak. I didn't want to lie to Timothy, but he would never let us go through with the divorce if I told the truth.

After hesitating for what felt like ages and before I could even open my mouth, Timothy seemed to understand, saying, "Fine, I tit. Consider this doing me a favor. Growing up without his mom around, this kid ended up with a bit of a rough edge. Don't hold it against him too much."

Then, Timothy grabbed Bryant by the ear. "If you think I'm living too long and getting in way, you might as well just annoy me to death already. Once I'm gone, you can divorce without me interfering!"

"Are you resorting to threats of dying now?" Bryant said with a half-smile.

"How dare you talk to me like that?!" Flaring up, Timothy attempted to swat him again, but Bryant dodged, capitulating, I get your point. I don't mind. Ask her."

He had that same carefree attitude. After saying that, he glanced at his watch, "I've got a meeting."

And just like that, he left as if it was the most natural thing, leaving me alone with Timothy. After a moment, Timothy spoke earnestly, "Sweetie, I'm not trying to force you into anything. But I don't want to see you regret it. You've got a place for him in your heart Then, pointing at his own heart. "I can see it clear as day. That Margaret is too complicated, not right for Bryant."

"But Bryant likes Margaret," I said.

"He can't even see his own heart." Timothy slowly got up. "But you, one day, you'll clearly. Promise me. Give it another try with him, will you?"

At that point, I couldn't say much, so I just agreed for the moment.

After Timothy left, I placed the divorce agreement on the table, staring blankly at the words, Divorce Agreement.

"Didn't see you had it in you to play hard to get his usually casual voice broke the silence. Bryant had returned from his meeting.

1 frowned, asking. "What do you mean?"

His tone was mocking. "If you wanted a divorce, why bring i up to Grandpa so fast?"

I was surprised. "You think I told Timothy?"

"Who else would it be?" Bryant sneered.

Holding back the bitterness, I pushed the divorce agreement toward him, emphasizing every word, "Please sign this so we can wrap up the divorce."

A flicker of surprise crossed his calm face. "Didn't you promise Grandpa you weren't going to divorce?"

"I did." I spoke softly, "But that doesn't change our decision to divorce now. We only have to keep it from Timothy."

Just the thought of everything I heard made it impossible for me too m consider continuing to be with Bryant. Pleading wasn't my style.

Bryant seemed almost amused by my impatience. "Can't wait, huh? Your lover pressuring you?"

I looked at him hopelessly. "Bryant, not everyone can cheat within their marriage and remain guilt-free like you."

Bryant looked stunned. "I cheated?"

"Didn't you?" I spelled it out for him,

"Claiming it's all to repay a debt, but in reality? You left your newlywed wife for her coming home late night after night, breaking promises for her! Covering up cheating with a facade of gratitude doesn't make it any less wrong!"

He e paused, slightly shocked. "So, you can't stand Margaret? Or is it jealousy?"

That just made no sense.

I forced myself to calm down and handed Bryant the pen. "It doesn't matter any Bryant, sign."