Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 270
My hands clutched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. Under the threat of the criminal’s blade, fear coursed
through my veins
Even after exiting the parking garage, the knife remained at my throat, barely noticeable yet unmistakably there.
Frozen in place, the fear within me escalated with each passing moment.
I tried to keep my voice steady. “Who sent you?”
The man snorted, “Cut the chatter and keep driving.”
His guard was up, making it clear he wasn’t to be trifled with.
Suddenly, it clicked. Bryant’s waming this moming... It all made sense now,
But neither of us could have anticipated this.
It was the weekend, and traffic was starting to pile up.
After what felt like an etemity, we finally made our way out of the bustling city center along Harmony Street.
ns, the more my panic grew
The more we ventured into the secluded areas.
The only time the man spoke was to command me at intersections, like when we approached a red light and he ordered, “Turn
left.” Then, amidst the silence, my phone rang, cutting through the tension with a call from Gregory.
Seizing the moment before my captor could react, I answered.
Gregory’s voice came through, “Mrs. Ferguson, what’s going on? She’s been waiting outside for ages and hasn’t seen you.”
Before I could respond, the blade’s edge grazed my skin–a clear warning.
? Where are you? Is there a bad signal or something? Jane? Did you even leave your house yet?” Gregory, puzzled, asked,
“Hello? He couldn’t finish his sentence before the man, with a swift move of his hand, ended the call.

In a sinister tone, he spat, “I told you, no funny business.”

“Sorry, my hand slipped because I’m so nervous,” I lied, trying
to sound convincing
He let out a cold laugh, pressing the knife slightly against my neck. “Make another slip, and I might slip too.”
A slip that could end my life.
Sweat soaked my back as I resigned myself to driving wherever this madman wanted.
Gregory tried calling again twice, but I dared not answer.
Eventually, we arrived at a large, rundown mansion in an old estate. Driving through the grand entrance, we stopped in front of a
dilapidated house, weeds overtaking its garden.
As I hit the brakes, another car pulled in behind us
The man quickly got out and opened my door, snarling, “What are you waiting for? Get out!”
“Okay, I stammered, fumbling with my seatbelt.
Out of the car behind us appeared two familiar faces–Dorothy and Jarrod.
“Jarrod had forced her here too?” I thought
But then, Dorothy glared at me fiercely and commanded the other thugs in the yard, “What are you waiting for? Throw her down
there!” Without hesitation, two of them grabbed me and threw me into the basement, stirring up clouds of dust that choked me.
My hands scraped painfully against the concrete floor./
Above, a single incandescent bulb flickered, blurring my vision.
As I tried to get up, the sound of high heels approached, step by step, until-
“Ah!”

Dorothy stepped on my fingers, the pain shooting up my arm, tears springing to my eyes.
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Hearing my cry, she seemed even more delighted. Squatting down, she taunted, “Jane, I warned you. Just sign those divorce
papers. Why do you insist on clinging to Bryant?”
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