When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 13

Bryant seemed stunned but remained silent.

I asked in a hushed tone, “What about our wedding night? Why did you leave?”

I vaguely remembered I sat on the balcony waiting all night that night. It was our wedding night, and he left his newlywed wife at home, carelessly heading out. I thought something serious had happened, worried about his safety while also fretting if I had somehow displeased him. At the same time, I was eagerly hoping for his early return.

I was only twenty-three then, having somehow married the man I had secretly adored for years. How could I not have expectations for our marriage and him?

Then, I finally learned that while I was eagerly waiting for him to come home, he was with another woman. It all felt like a cruel joke.

Bryant didn’t hide it anymore, his voice cold and steady. “That night, she had gone drag racing and got into a mishap. The police called me to pick her up.”

What a coincidence.

On the very day of our wedding, Margaret had an accident, and it was in the dead of night. But I remembered, just several days after the wedding, at the family dinner, she was there, without a scratch on her.

I rolled down the car window, silent for a while, and said calmly, “Bryant, if she’s the one you’ve got feelings for, we can go our separate ways on good terms.”

brakes and parked at the side of the road, his gaze fixed on me, his emotions

to see him anything

The vibration of a text message interrupted

glanced at it, annoyance flashing across his face, and he said without hesitation, “She’s in trouble again.

to control my emotions, and then I glanced at him through the streetlight. The person I had longed for seemed to fill me

opened the car door and stepped

anger, divorce crossed my mind. But I’d loved Bryant for so many years. It wasn’t going to be easy to just let it

of regret held me back. It was the fear that I might look back and

Chapter 13

day.

the black Maybach sped away, I sighed deeply, watching the bustling traffic and the flashing neon lights,

“What’s

personality.

of the blue, her

breeze made me shiver, and wrapped my jacket tighter around me, crossing the

“Just wandering,” I said.

Mr. Ferguson has the time

cut her off, feeling

Where are you?” Christine’s temper flared instantly. She could be indiscriminately combative when it came to