When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 4

“Fine.” I pursed my lips, ultimately deciding to leave a shred of dignity for him before Margaret. Or perhaps it was for my own sake.

For the moment, I couldn’t quite pin down Margaret’s purpose for her visit. Was she genuinely feeling she shouldn’t accept the necklace? Or was she there to declare. something?-

A flicker of emotion passed across Margaret’s face too swiftly to be caught. She smiled. “I was worried this necklace might cause some misunderstanding between you two. Seems like it hasn’t, so I’ll be heading back now.”

Emma escorted her out.

As soon as the front door closed, I stepped away from Bryant’s embrace, “You said it was for Steven, right? And Margaret’s married, isn’t she? Since when did she become one of Steven’s flings? Hmm…”

Bryant silenced me with a kiss, fierce and urgent, almost as if venting some frustration.

Only when I found it hard to breathe did he slightly loosen his hold, caressing my head as he admitted his fault. “I lied to you.”

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He pulled me close. “Margaret’s divorced. I was worried about her, so I gave her the gift.”

startled. Then I got what Bryant meant

my lip,

all.” His voice was firm and soothing as he explained, “You know Margaret’s mother saved my life at the cost of

had heard about that from Emma. Bryant’s biological mother died during childbirth, and when he was five, his father remarried

kind to Bryant, treating him as her child. She even went so far as to risk her life to save Bryant, ending up in a vegetative state for

it was for that reason, it

him, “Bryant, I believe you just wanted to repay a debt of gratitude, and

ended up

suspicions hadn’t completely

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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

a moment. It was as if I needed to double-check to ensure what I read in the

mistake. Margaret, who parachuted to become the head of

reaction, waved a hand before

phone, replying, “Yeah, Margaret is Bryant’s

scattered to the winds, but Christine and I, having been thick as thieves since college, had made a pact to stay in

her tongue. “Damn, talk

along to

Bryant lost his mind?” Christine didn’t hold back on her complaints, venting on my behalf, “Why her? I’ve never even heard of her in the design circles. And Bryant, just like that, hands her the director’s spot? And you, what