When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 3

‘Jewelry?’ I frowned slightly and raised my voice to Bryant, who had just entered the bathroom. “Bryant, Margaret is here. I’m going down to see her.”

Almost instantly, Bryant emerged, his expression colder than I had ever seen before..

“I’ll handle it. You don’t need to worry about it. Go freshen up.” Bryant, always composed and reserved before me, spoke with a hint of unspoken emotion, sounding irritated and anxious.

A strange feeling arose within me. “I’ve freshened up. Remember? I even squeezed the toothpaste out for you.”

“Okay then. Let’s go down together. We shouldn’t keep our guest waiting.” Bryant said.

I grabbed his hand, and we made our way downstairs.

The staircase spiraled elegantly, and halfway down, we could see Margaret sitting gracefully on the sofa in her simple white dress.

She looked up at the sound of our footsteps, her smile serene. When her gaze fell on Bryant and me holding hands, her cup trembled slightly, spilling a few drops.

It must have been a bit hot, and she cried out softly in her flurry, “Ah…”

hand and rushed down the stairs, taking the cup from her with a mix of panic and haste. “How can you be so careless? Can’t

for argument. He then grabbed Margaret’s hand

“I’m fine. You’re making a big deal out of

up. Burns can scar if not treated properly, you know?” Bryant scolded sharply, still

dazed, watching the scene unfold, my

through my mind. When we first married, I learned Bryant had a sensitive stomach and began to cook. Even though we had Emma, her

with him.

I often cut or burnt myself. One time, I accidentally tipped over a pot, and the

gently, “Are you okay?

and caring yet

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sometimes had the nagging feeling that something was off. But having secretly adored Bryant for so many years, with countless diary entries about

interrupted, “It was lemonade that

snapped me back to reality. My vision blurred, and my heart felt as if it was tightly clenched, making it hard

in his concern, he failed to notice whether the liquid was hot

with sarcasm. “Honey, Emma got Margaret some lemonade. It’s cold. It won’t burn. Maybe you should worry if she might get frostbite instead?” I couldn’t hold back

her hand, avoiding my