When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 17

Every move felt like a slap across my face. My heart ached with the sting of it. I had played out scenes like that in my head over and over again. Yet, standing in my home, I couldn’t help but feel a chill run down my spine.

“Jane, you’re awake?” Margaret turned to see me and greeted me with a smile, “Come on, try some of Bry’s cooking. It’s to die for.”

With that, she carried a dish to the table, acting every bit the hostess.

I took a deep breath, stepped past her, and asked Bryant straight up, “Why is she here?”

Finishing up in the kitchen, Bryant removed his apron and said coldly, “She’ll be gone after this meal.”

“You want me to leave, huh?” Margaret glared at him.

“Margaret, take the hint! Stop stirring trouble,” Bryant’s tone was icy, his patience wearing thin.

“Whatever,” Margaret muttered and pulled me to join the meal as if the person who had been crying and begging my husband to divorce me wasn’t her and as if she wasn’t the one trying to whisk my husband away

cooking was indeed excellent, a full spread that was a feast

the baby inside me needed to

I have to fear if she could shamelessly be

tried to make conversation. “Tastes good,

is always great.

wanted to mark my territory in

a fleeting glance at Bryant. “Never knew you were this

when you’re eating?” Bryant scoffed and served me some

I taught him, especially tomato sauce pasta, my favorite. He puts his heart into it! But he made it so often for

tightened until my knuckles turned white, nails digging into my So, the pasta that I cherished was leftovers

flesh.

recalled asking him where he learned to cook on

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for a whole minute.

was he thinking about? Margaret? Or the memories of learning to cook

it weren’t for me, how would you have ended up with such a catch?” Margaret kept talking, her voice soft but

work out, so you thought he’d clean up your mess? Bryant, I didn’t know you had a thing for being a rebound guy and a garbage collector,” I