Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 30 You Brought This Upon Yourself

“Detest you? Who detests you?”

“Who?” Deirdre almost burst into laughter. “Do you have even half of Sterling’s courage? Enough courage to take me out there? Introduce me to everyone? Do you even have the guts to tell the world my name-my real name?”

Brendan froze. Of course he did not. Deirdre already knew his answer and answered herself, “No. You don’t.”

A mocking sneer surfaced on her features, pulling Brendan out of his stupor. He clutched the steering wheel tightly, his tone disbelieving. “How dare you, McKinnon?! How dare you compare me to a bastard child not recognized even by his own family?! Do you know just how-how different the two of us are?! Do you really think he would have a blind woman as his girlfriend if he were me? Pfft! He wouldn’t even have the balls to admit that you’re his woman!”

Brendan did not put much thought into his words, but they came out like a knife stabbing deep into Deirdre’s

chest.

She was a blind woman who would never be recognized as anyone’s woman in public. That was Brendan’s opinion of her.

Deirdre laughed so hard tears began to roll down her cheeks. “Oh my god, where are my manners! Having the great, esteemed Mr. Brighthall drive a blind woman like me to the Fullers must take a lot of effort and time. I shouldn’t impose!”

a part of your

in his voice made Deirdre feel

none of this would have happened to you if you had done what

lip so hard that her teeth drew blood.

only darkness even if her sight had been back. Oh, sure! The fact that Brendan had shown up with her at the Fullers’ residence had been the

did she even want this

defeated. She resigned to leaning against the back of her chair, too tired to even

take Deirdre to the state hospital

the doctor’s explanation, he

They were so hollow.

saying went, the eyes are the windows to one’s soul, and they had been the windows to hers. He

color and light whenever she was looking at him. It did not matter how

too? Is there something we can do about her

Deirdre’s fingertips quivered.

there was a deep