Chapter 3
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Bridget's POV:
The good mood I'd been in all day instantly sank.
I was just about to argue back when my phone rang.
The moment I saw the caller ID, a smile rose to my lips without me realizing it. I stepped aside and answered the call.
After all, our wedding was already being planned.
When I looked up again, I was surprised to find that Ryan hadn't left yet. There was even a trace of displeasure on his face.
His gaze settled on my phone.
"Who's calling?" he asked sharply. "You seem awfully happy."
I curled my lips into a faint smile.
Of course, I was happy. It was my future husband.
But I didn't answer him. Instead, I turned and walked away.
Ryan wasn't willing to let it go.
"I asked who it was," he repeated, following after me.
As our eyes met, I seemed to see the man he used to be.
We had started dating back in college. We had fallen in love during the best years of our youth.
Back then, he would get jealous over the smallest things. If I smiled at another man, he'd grab my hand and pout until all my attention was on him.
Back then, that possessiveness had felt sweet.
Now it was nothing more than a joke.
I pulled my hand away coldly.
"That's none of your business," I replied. "Besides, your girl best friend is looking for you."
The moment he heard Patricia's name, Ryan reluctantly released me.
As he noticed the approaching figure outside, his expression gradually relaxed.
That afternoon, my best friend, Amiel Prescott, took me out to celebrate my divorce and help me clear my head.
We finished two bottles of wine in our private lounge.
When I stepped out to use the restroom, I heard a familiar voice coming from a nearby room.
The door to their private suite hadn't been fully closed.
Inside, a crowd surrounded Ryan, urging him to talk about the greatest regret of his life.
"Come on," someone laughed. "Just tell us. Everyone here is family."
I was about to leave when Ryan finally spoke.
"The thing I regret most in my life," he said casually, swirling the drink in his glass, "was taking Bridget's grandmother to the hospital."
I froze.
Ryan continued without hesitation.
"Back then, Bridget was crying so hard that I rushed her grandmother there. In the end, all it did was give the old woman three more years to live. Honestly, I think she'd already lived a full life. It wasn't worth wasting my time."
My entire body went numb.
Before I could even process what he'd said, he continued.
"I only found out afterward that the tickets for Patricia's favorite concert had gone on sale. Because of that delay, I missed the release completely."
The group around him sighed sympathetically.
Patricia's face was glowing with happiness.
"But you still went with me in the end," she said sweetly. "You spent a fortune buying tickets from a scalper."
By then, cold sweat had already soaked my back.
The alcohol churned violently in my stomach.
I hurried toward the restroom and barely made it to a stall before vomiting.
The moment the bitter acid came up, tears followed.
My grandmother had treated Ryan better than her own grandson.
Every holiday, she made special meals for him. She constantly worried about whether he was eating properly. She reminded me every day to bring him food.
When his chronic stomach condition was at its worst, she personally took care of him until he recovered.
I had never imagined that this was how he viewed everything my grandmother had done.
To him, her life wasn't worth as much as a concert ticket.
That thought made me sick.
After I was gone for too long, Amiel sent me a message.
Amiel: Bridget, where are you? Are you okay?
Not wanting her to worry, I quickly wiped away my tears.
After calming myself down, I headed back toward our suite.
But just as I reached for the door handle, someone suddenly grabbed a fistful of my hair.
A sharp pain shot through my scalp.
Before I could react, I was violently thrown to the floor.
My shoulder slammed against the ground.
A furious woman's voice exploded above me.
"You shameless homewrecker!" she screamed. "All you do is seduce other people's husbands!"
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