Kicked Out For My Sister’s Baby I Returned Rich Chapter 09
Regina stared at Trent for several seconds, as if she couldn’t process what she’d just heard.
“You can’t do this without her?”
Then she laughed, a sharp, unsteady sound.
“Weren’t you sick of her? You said she meddled too much, that she was boring, that she turned life into a spreadsheet.”
“So what are you running back for now? To apologize and go back to being her employee?”
Trent’s face tightened, but Regina was already in front of him.
“Look me in the eye and tell me. In the six months you were with me, was there really no happiness in it at all?”
“You said being with me meant no planning, no explaining, no one reminding you every day what responsibilities you were supposed to be taking.”
She hooked one side of her mouth into a cold sneer.
“You don’t love me. But you don’t love Thea, either. You’re just afraid of her. Afraid she makes you see how useless you really are.”
Trent looked up.
Regina was watching him, and she wasn’t thinking about the baby, or their future, or how they were going to survive the debt in front of them.
She only wanted him to stay, to keep paying, to keep proving she had won.
But when I used to look at him, I had always been thinking about our future.
I ran the numbers on the down payment, checked the insurance, arranged every expense. Even when we fought, I thought about how to solve the problem—not how to offload it onto someone else.
All at once, Trent felt as though the air had been pulled out of the room.
He stepped back, out of reach of Regina’s outstretched hand.
“I used to think easy meant happy.”
“But now I understand—”
He tightened his grip on the keys, his voice low and rough.
“What I need isn’t happiness. It’s a life.”
With that he yanked the door open and ran out without looking back.
All at once, Trent felt as though the air had been pulled out of the room.
He stepped back, out of reach of Regina’s outstretched hand.
“I used to think easy meant happy.”
“But now I understand—”
He tightened his grip on the keys, his voice low and rough.
“What I need isn’t happiness. It’s a life.”
With that he yanked the door open and ran out without looking back.
The door slammed hard behind him.
Regina stood frozen in place. The last trace of triumph on her face was gone, replaced by something dark and ugly.
Marlene moved toward her uncertainly.
“Sweetheart, Trent’s just being impulsive. Don’t—”
“Don’t comfort me.”
Regina cut her off coldly, her eyes still fixed on the door.
“He made his choice.”
She bit down hard, then abruptly let out a sneering laugh.
“Let him go. I’d love to see what happens when he begs that human bookkeeper to come back.”
Marlene opened her mouth, then thought better of it.
Gordon sat back down on the couch in silence.
The living room fell dead quiet again.
The red tax notice was still sitting on the table.
The deadline was next week.