Lost Me Gained Regret

"Is that all?" I asked, pushing for more.

"Yeah, that's all."

I raised an eyebrow, "You don't like him at all?"

"A little, I guess."

After Christine replied, she suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh, "But what's the use of liking someone? My mom used to say she married my dad because they were madly in love."

"But that didn't stop them from throwing dishes at each other when they fought. Is there anything like true and lasting love in the world?

I knew, deep down, she didn't believe in love, not even familial love.

After her father's business went belly up, he turned to drinking, gambling, and started to lash out, hitting both his wife and Christine.

Her mom just disappeared one day, leaving her to grow up with that excuse of a father, taking beatings more times than she could count.

I wanted to lighten the mood, so I changed the subject with a grin, "But why have your so good to me all these years?"

been She rolled her eyes, "Who was it that was crying their eyes out on the rooftop in the dead of winter, snot and tears all over my hands, begging me not to jump?"

Bringing that up made me touch my nose in embarrassment.

She was just sitting on the rooftop catching some cold air when I saw her and panicked, rushing over to pull her back from what I thought was the edge.

She freaked out, thinking I was trying to kill her and started to struggle.

Eventually, she explained she was just trying to clear her head, not jump off, but I almost gave her a heart attack.

But that incident turned us from mere roommates into inseparable best friends.

Christine let out a small laugh and casually threw a bag into my lap, "Have breakfast. Got you some bagels and yogurt, take the rest to the office, snack on them if you get hungry."

"You really do love me the most."

"Bullshit," Christine cursed playfully, "I clearly only love you."

That day, Margaret didn't bother me, which was a rare occurrence.

Working at Ferguson Group was actually pretty smooth when I could just focus on my job.

But when I left work that evening, I understood why.

Bryant really spent just one night to get her a new car, painted exactly like mine, and parked right next to my vehicle!

Some passing colleagues even commented on how close you have to be to someone to get matching cars in the same color.

It felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

He let his lover give me a hard time, then showed up at my doorstep, claiming he missed

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What a bunch of bullshit.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore it all, and got into my car. Before I could lock the doors, the back door was pulled open.

Margaret slid in with a smile, "Jane, you're heading back to the Ferguson Mansion too, right?"

Today was the monthly family dinner, and Timothy had called at noon to remind me to come home.

I replied irritably, "What's it to you? Get out."

"Don't be mad, I just wanted a ride."

Margaret's eyes were curved in a gentle smile, Even though I have a on car, Bryant just bought it for me, and I'm not used to it yet. I'm afraid of scratching it, it would break my heart."

She was clearly aiming to hurt me with her words.

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I quickly got out of the car, pulled the door open, and said cołgly, "Your want a ride, did you get my permission? ΕΠ Get out, don't dirty my car

This car was bought with the Ferguson family's money, and I'm part of the Fergusph fachily. Do really need your permission to sit in it?" Margaret's tone was defiant, as if she owned the car herself.