Lost Me Gained Regret



Christine had been on the hunt all day.

Finally, she found a place that ticked all her boxes.

If only it wouldn't rain, then it would be absolutely perfect.

"Oh, my back..."

Exhausted, she collapsed onto the couch as soon as she got home, too tired to move or think about doing anything.

But after a while, she forced herself up to remove her makeup.

While she was putting on a face mask, her phone on the coffee table wouldn't stop buzzing.

Picking it up, she saw the caller ID and let out a scoff.

Nope, not answering that.

And straight to the block list it went.

Meanwhile, Dailey was left hanging.

He had waited all day, and Christine hadn't sent even a single message his way.

Did she really not care about him anymore?

Was she really ready to reduce him to less than a stranger in her life?

Rubbing his aching forehead, he sent her a message.

"Tomorrow, 4 PM, at the Hillside Café. We need to talk."

Christine never got the message.

Blocking someone meant no notifications, no hints.

Dailey didn't check to see if she'd received it. He assumed she had.

...

The wind picked up in the evening, sneaking through the slightly ajar balcony door and causing the curtains to flutter.

Moonlight illuminated the entwined figures on the bed.

I pushed against Gregory, "We agreed, just this once."

Bare-chested, Gregory's body radiated heat, making my cheeks flush. His deep brown eyes were filled with a hidden depth, clearly not satisfied.

But I wanted to try on my dress early in the morning, to sort any issues in good time.

If we let this drag on, I wouldn't sleep till the early hours.

And then, waking up early would be a struggle.

"I'm just thinking of your health. Studies show, at a certain age, too much of this can be harmful."

Gregory smirked, his voice husky and enticing.

"Did I do something to make you think I'm past my prime?"

That was a trap, I could tell.

"It's me who's getting on, I can't overdo it. Shouldn't you, as my boyfriend, be understanding?"

Gregory chuckled, a sound that resonated from deep within, "And shouldn't you, as my girlfriend, help me out?"

...

That conversation went nowhere.

I opened my mouth to respond but couldn't find the words.

Gregory leaned in closer, his voice persuasive and dizzying.

"Baby, I've been patient, haven't I? Now, can't you be a little patient with me?"

Somehow, I found myself nodding.

When I finally closed my eyes in the early morning, I was filled with regret.

But I was too drained to even be angry.

And the next day, as expected, I didn't wake up until noon.

Thank goodness I had prepared milk for the baby in advance; otherwise, he'd have gone hungry.

"I'll ask Mr. Abdul for a tonic," I mumbled to myself.

Stepping out of the bedroom, my

mom noticed my lackluster

appearance, "You were always at risk during your pregnancy, and it took a toll on your health. See i there's something you can take that

won't affect breastfeeding

My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Even though she didn't spell it out, at her age, and having had me, she knew exactly why I was so out of sorts.

"Um, Mom,"

I touched my nose, trying to changeAll content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

the subject, "I'm running late. I've made plans with Chris. Could you please take care of the baby?"

Seeing my embarrassment, my mom didn't press further.

"Go ahead, but don't be late. The baby needs fresh milk."

"I won't be long, I promise!"

I assured her, then quickly made my escape.

Little did I know, my mom was thinking we needed to find a

solution. Living under the same

was becoming inconvenient for everyone involved.