Resent, Reject, Regret novel Chapter 3

After making sure Charlene was okay, Brendan returned to an empty living room. He then asked Steven with a frown, “Where’s Deirdre?”

The question struck Steven dumb. Before he managed to come up with an answer, Brendan’s phone rang. It was a call from the old family mansion.

His mother’s laughter was heard when he picked up. “Brendan, you silly boy! How could you keep such great news from me? God, our Lena is pregnant! You gotta come home right this instant, son!”

By the time Brendan arrived at the family mansion, Deirdre had made herself comfortable on the couch and was nibbling on some snacks. His mother was holding her hand in sheer glee.

Deirdre’s solace was ruined as soon as she saw Brendan. She froze, lowered her head deeply, and tried to avoid locking eyes with him.

Brendan was seething with rage. However, he cracked a smirk and uttered, “Oh, this is just perfect.”

So… His spineless prey had a card up her sleeve, after all.

Deirdre trembled despite herself, and Madame Brighthall sensed it acutely. Furrowing her brows, she glared at Brendan and grumbled, “What’s that supposed to mean? God, one would expect the husband to have a better attitude since his wife is pregnant! Aren’t you happy about her pregnancy?”

Brendan gritted his teeth and shot daggers at Deirdre. “Why wouldn’t I be happy? I am elated!”

Madame Brighthall smiled and stated, “Now, that’s more like it. It’s wonderful news! The two of you have been married for two years now, you know? This has been a long time coming! I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl—this is wonderful news for the family. You better take care of Lena, sweetie. She’s weak, remember? If something happens to her kid, I’m gonna come for you!”

She seemed to have thought of something as she said, “Oops! I forgot—I’ve got some broth cooking in the kitchen. I have to check on it.”

Deirdre was afraid. She then leaped to her feet and uttered instantly, “L-Let me help you!”

“No, you’re staying!” Brendan snapped suddenly. He shot Deirdre a death stare before he narrowed his eyes and said, “We need to talk.”

Madame Brighthall paid no heed to his glare and innocently thought the couple was just trying to straighten out some minor spat. “Gee, Lena, you don’t have to be so nervous, you know?” She smiled reassuringly and patted the back of Deirdre’s hand. “Bren might appear cold and not approachable, but I know that deep down inside, he’s positively overjoyed about the baby. He loves you, Lena, that’s why! So, talk it out with him, okay?”

‘He loves me? Oh, he loves her, alright—the real Charlene McKinney!’ thought Deirdre inwardly.

Deirdre compressed her lips hard as she watched Madame Brighthall go into the kitchen.

A second later, she felt a force crushing her wrist. She yowled, and the aggressor pulled her wrist up high enough to make Deirdre meet his scornful eyes.

“I really underestimated you, didn’t I, Deirdre McKinnon? I didn’t think a spineless wimp like you would defy me like this, but you surprised me!”

His fury was palpable, and Deirdre’s voice quaked in reply, “P-P-Please, Brendan, I… I’m not asking for much! I just want my child to live…”

“You honestly think I’m stupid enough to believe you!” Brendan scoffed. Contempt and disgust pooled into his eyes. “Don’t you dare think I’m too stupid to know what you’re trying to do, b*tch. You’d rather pretend to be Charlene forever, even if it meant erasing Deirdre McKinnon’s existence, than go back to being your pathetic self. Would you really leave my sight without any complaints after carrying that unwanted thing to term, hmm? No. I don’t think so. After all, you already had the nerve to defy me! What’s gonna happen after the child is born? You’ll attract a media circus to advertise the kid’s existence? Hmph. Wouldn’t be the first time a b*tch like you would debase herself by coming up with such a disgusting plot.”

Deirdre’s eyes reddened. His words were too caustic. He stabbed her heart callously, twisted the knife, and pulled it out as if her pain meant nothing.

She loved him. Undeserving and insignificant as her love was, she loved him—and yet, to him, it was just another laughable conspiracy.

“I… I—”

“You what? You want to keep this child no matter what it takes? Spare me the bullsh*t of keeping the child as a memento of your ‘love’ for me when we break up. Your imagination is disgusting!” Brendan jeered, almost too gleefully. “I’m not stupid, Deirdre. I know what you’re doing. So how about you do as I say, go to the hospital, and terminate your pregnancy like a good girl? It’s either that, or you’ll feel my wrath!”

Deirdre had already known the depths of Brendan’s cruelty all too well. She had known he was like this all this time.

Her lips trembled.

Fortunately, Madame Brighthall finally walked out of the kitchen. The strange atmosphere weighed down on her, and immediately, she frowned and stepped between them, shielding Deirdre. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Mom. The truth is, she’s only here because she’s weirdly peeved at me today,” Brendan explained. “Don’t worry, though. We’re done talking. She’s going home with me.”