All Chapters of Triplets After Divorce: His Regret : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A gust of wind swept by my side, and I saw Bryce walking past me at a fast pace, even knocking me to the side. Weakened, I took two steps back and hit a rough tree trunk, feeling sharp pain in my back. My face turned even paler, and I quickly held onto the willow tree behind me to steady myself. Looking up, I saw Bryce squatting in front of Irene. I watched the scene coldly, feeling like a clown jumping around. Irene's despicable and nasty tactics were effective, and seeing how nervous Bryce was around her, I knew I had lost the battle. "Bryce, it hurts so much," Irene said, appearing delicate and weak in front of others, but especially so in front of men like Bryce Rodriguez. Unfortunately, men fell for her act every time. Her palm was scraped by a sharp stone, and blood gushed out. She only needed to furrow her brow to make a man feel sorry for her. "Hold on, I'll take you to see a doctor," Bryce said, helping Irene up from the ground. He looked up at me,

"Laurette, Laurette, are you awake, Laurette?" A slightly noisy female voice came to my ears, making me frown slowly. "Mom, I don't want to go..." I was still trapped in my dream. Seeing that I was clearly awake but pretending to sleep, my mother became angry and slapped my arm, "Open your eyes if you're awake, what are you pretending for?" The pain on my arm woke me up completely. I opened my eyes and saw that the lush mountains and the fields filled with the smell of soil were gone. The dazzling white ceiling came into my sight, and I smelled a strong disinfectant smell. Memories began to rewind, and I remembered the fight between Bryce and Tyson. I threw myself over to block the punch from Bryce for Tyson... I closed my eyes and felt a slight pain in my chest. My mother kept talking, "Laurette, I've told you before, you're Bryce's wife now, why are you still messing around with Tyson?" "When did I mess around with him?" I couldn't stand it anymore. "Then

I trembled all over and turned my head to the door of the hospital room. I saw Bryce standing there. He was handsome, but his face was particularly gloomy. His sharp and cold gaze made my heart sink. I quickly pushed Tyson away and looked at him in confusion. Tyson's eyes showed a hint of injury. When he saw Bryce walking in step by step, he instinctively stood in front of me, looking at Bryce warily and defensively. "What do you want to do?" Bryce's thin lips lightly opened, and he slowly spit out two cold words, "Step aside!" He was several centimeters taller than Tyson, and Tyson felt a strong sense of oppression as he looked up at him. "Bryce, I'm telling you, I won't let you hurt Laurette," Tyson spoke with great confidence and pride. If he hadn't been blinded by jealousy and unwillingness at the time of the incident and had abandoned me when I needed him the most, I wouldn't have married Bryce. Bryce's lips curled into a sneer. "Tyson, you overest

After lying down for a while, I felt a source of heat behind me, which made me sweat profusely on this hot summer night. Besides the heat, I felt uneasy in my heart. I removed his arm from around my waist, but within seconds, it was back around me again, and then he pressed most of his body weight on me, making me feel heavy. "I need to go to the bathroom," I said. The arm that was draped over me didn't move much, and I had to push it away before Bryce finally let go of me and lay down flat. His voice was slurred with alcohol as he said, "Hurry back." I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet lid, hugging my knees and lost in thought. In reality, nothing had changed. He came back drunk and still liked to hold me while he slept. But everything seemed different because I could no longer sleep peacefully in his arms. I didn't know how long I sat there until I felt cold all over, and then I got up and went back to bed. I saw Bryce holding my pillow, sound

During the meal, Grandma asked Irene and me to sit on either side of her, while Bryce sat next to me. The seating arrangement was quite interesting. It was unclear whether Grandma did it intentionally or not, but she kept Bryce and Irene far apart, and they had no chance to interact during the entire meal. After dinner, everyone moved to the game room. Despite being a devout Buddhist, Grandma was quite skilled at playing cards and often organized games with her family. She believed that playing mahjong could not only bring families closer together but also prevent dementia in old age. Grandma sat in the east position, and I brought a cushion for her to lean on. Grandma praised me for my thoughtfulness and advised Bryce to appreciate me. Bryce then moved to sit next to Grandma, making it easier to feed her cards and keep her happy. Alice stood next to Irene and sneered, "She's so scheming, always trying to please grandma and win her favor." Irene heard her but